Thursday, February 27, 2020


(1507)  Se chilo amar, saunge nishidin

He was mine,
With me day and night.
At innermost He was lodged,
But Him I could not recognize...
Though seeing, I saw not.

With the crimson glow of daybreak's sun,
To Earth He brought music from heaven.
Though listening, I heard not that tune;
By its notes I was not enthused.

With the midday's fiery sun
Always to dance havoc in rhythm,
Thundrously he kept calling, but in fear
I did not draw near.

Mid the pallid light of sundown,
In a conch-like sound His voice rings out;
But with the wine of pride, drunk was I...
I could not offer reply.

Sarkarverse article
Audio recording

1 comment: