Monday, November 16, 2015

River of life

(388)  Alokeri van naviye

Descending in a downpour of effulgence,
A river first appeared.
Playing the game of making and unmaking,
Forward, it wends its way eternally.

Flowing onward, ever onward only,
A babbling tune is its story.
Halting its advance for no impediment,
For day or night it makes no concession.

Its movement is to the rhythm of dance;
Its speech is in the guise of song.
Through a magnanimous series of waves,
It converges with its fount, the great sea.

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