Wednesday, August 23, 2017

The curse of grace

(809)  Hiyara viinay nava dyotanay

On heart's lyre, with new significance,
Which tune, pray tell, did You play today?
Amid the heavy rain, with vague assurance,
Why did You bid me my home to forsake?

The blossoms have all fallen, just thorns remaining;
In my flower garden, the fragrance has been lost.
As to the Jamuna[1] of mind, my dying Jamuna,
Please say why You made the current rush upstream.

Effulgent splendor is far removed from me;
Rather, a sheet of gloom has come and smothered.
Into my ravaged life, my destitute heart,
Tell me why You poured the light of novelty.

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1 comment:

  1. His blessing may bring immediate misfortune, but the faithful know there's light at the end of the tunnel.