Saturday, February 9, 2019

Time to rest

(1241)  Deke deke amar din phurala

My days were spent, calling and calling.
At day's end, in realm of sleep,
Sun went neath Western mountain...[1]
The day, it was finished.

Verdant grass became black;
Foolish mind acknowledged that.
The weary bird entered its nest;
Joyous light, where did it vanish?

I know that at the end of night,
Waiting is daybreak's light.
In hope of gaining that same light,
Mind reconciled with the night.

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