Friday, August 5, 2016

A woman's life

(578)  Toke parabo bale canpa baul phule

As I would adorn You with champa and bakul blooms,
I have kept a garland threaded;
And I've tied my mind to it.

My husband's sister was a hitch, not permitting flower-picking.
Nonetheless, to forest I went; and there I gathered blossoms.

A cloudburst came and made the slopes slippery;
Yet, soaking wet, I've kept moving on my way.
Selling fruit of mahuwa,[1] Your portrait I've acquired.

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