Saturday, April 11, 2015


(264)  Gahana rate manoviinate

At darkest night, with mental lute,
The private pains of my heart
I will whisper to You...
I will speak to You in song.

In this world, why comes weeping
Cheek to cheek with gaiety?
Suddenly, happiness moves aside,
Consumed by the transient flash of light.

Those who constantly beseech You–
Why do You not give them a reply?
Oh, why do flowers fall
With the ebb after high tide?

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1 comment:

  1. Some things are best spoken only at night and in hushed tones.