Thursday, December 19, 2019

As seasons go by

(1454)  Kata kal tava patha ceye rabo

Your pathway, how much time will I be watching?
Oh Beloved, when will You arrive?
How many days and dates will I keep counting?
When will You eradicate the ebon night?

I have tolerated summer's scorching heat;
To parching thirst I've confessed defeat.
When streams of rain and stones of sleet,
They brim over, then will You love me?

Autumn jasmines having withered;
It's the end of a frigid prewinter.
Upon winter's dissolution, with the tender reddish leaves,
Maybe You will look at me on advent of spring?[1]

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