Tuesday, March 31, 2020

At night with Him we go

(1541)  Hese hese parii ese

A fairy having come grinning broadly,
He left with the parul bloom,
Melting, melting into tears,
Pendant swaying in cradle of dew.

Looking on, the myna bird speaks not a word;
She cannot bear such pain of hers.
The peacock, pretty wearing jewelry,
States: "By mistake; I did not see."

Thorn-in-throat, the parrot speaks
Like chickpea water to the parakeet.
Having bathed, standing straight are the cockatoos:
"We did not see where is Parul!"

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1 comment:

  1. And where He takes us, no one knows... or admit it, they won't!