Monday, June 3, 2019

Hardhearted One

(1352)  Bedaradii

Hardhearted One
To some distant place You go.
Sweetly having smiled and loved,
You look at me like I'm unknown.

My garland strung with songs lies vacant;
Love's wicker basket, it has stayed like that.
Lines of memory and the moonlight honeyed,
Trampling under feet, You do flee.

Dreams made bright with a tail-of-peacock's hues,
That constellation's rotation, it became a vacuum.
To the verdant grass, to the pollen in the blossom,
You sing like the long horn of Shiva.

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