Thursday, February 25, 2021

Just a few formalities

(1853)  Mane ele raun dharale

Unto mind You came, and dye You made it grip;
Then, name unspoken, You departed.
Your details, state them please:
Where You were and the reason for Your visit.
Oh, do explain to me!

On top of the mountain, static and impassive,
Snow was there in layers.
You got it melted
Through incantation's feeling.[1]

The mind, lying dormant it had been;
You applied paint on it.
With tune and tempo, rhythm and lyrics,
In it You incited dancing.

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