Monday, May 27, 2019

A woman's lot

(1345)  Amay marura maya dake

The desert's magic summons me;
Oh, it is calling and calling...
It calls in the breaks mid stormy tears.

Wearing skirt and orna-covered,
Coated by both harsh and tender,
Desert's daughter goes ahead
On tier after tier of sand.

Oh my silent, arid desert,
There may dwell not one green plant,
But with you I am in love,
Mute at your coronation,
A silk-cotton tree amid flames-of-the-forest.

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