Friday, October 17, 2014


(119)  Megh tumi kache eso

Clouds, please come near—
We crave rain, more rain.
Green paddy seedlings are withering;
There is no water, not a single drop.

Today, the lemon blossoms are not filled with nectar;
The custard-apple buds do not bear fruit.
Pomelo flowers are not imbued with fragrance.
From this unbearable drought we beseech relief.

The kadamba[1] blossoms are all falling;
The tuberose[2] flowers do not bloom.
Our earth is getting scorched by the heat wave—
Where may we find the cool of monsoon?

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