Wednesday, January 20, 2021

His invitation

(1816)  Banshiir sure sure more tane

Myself in tow to the bamboo pipe's many melodies,
Mind does not recognize any kind of constrainment.
In between laughter's gaps brought was the calling;
Everything torn asunder, what's this wondrous invitation!

The pollen of flowers summons me,
Blooms having blossomed at every tier.
Should I tarry, not responding, what is achieved?
No, I proceed double-time, rapid ambulation.

With the sky and air has it kept on mingling;
Upon heart's firmament it has gone a-sailing.
Now the psychic peacock tail has got unleashed,
Having found in song and dance only its vibration!

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