Tuesday, May 5, 2020

You can't go



(1568)  Cale jabe je tumi

Oh You Who would leave,
Kept where, do tell me...
Snow that has gone and melted,
It will fall, I know, as torrent.

In winter leafless are the trees,
But blooms will blossom in the spring...
Dawn-crimson is the kumkum;
Such eastern-sky subterfuge!

Lost would I surely get;
This forest is so dense...
But You show the objective,
Lest my effort not persist.

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