Wednesday, June 27, 2018

The more things change...

(1016)  Tumi ke go ele ei varasay

Oh, in these rains, Who appeared,
Drops of water smeared upon Your body?

The kadam pollen quivers with a thrill;
To a dance beat, delightedly the peacock shrills.
Psychic bees move about in swarms;
They race in hope of flower-nectar.

The tune of the riverstream now surges with bliss;
With new zeal the bamboo grove is restless.
Filled with sweet scent, the lotus petals,
With whole heart, for Whom do they yearn at present?

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