Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Monsoon love

(116)  Varasa eseche niipanikuinje

Rain has come to the kadam[1] grove.
In the cane grove, dancing and dancing,
All the peacocks are stirred by the beat.

With vibrant songs from lyres playing,
A world without meter gets new life.

Jasmine fragrance wafts in the wet air.
Mind pollen beams out of pleasant fascination.
In cadence with the huge happiness,
Every half-dead tree is reanimated.

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  1. This is an immensely happy song, in which one special thing is conspicuous by its absence.