Saturday, April 10, 2021

Not ready to commit

(1887)  Rekho na katha rekho

Don't keep Your word, but do keep
A rose upon my grave.
If thorns remain, then let them stay;
The nightingale gets no pain.

A tiny moth, with a lantern,
For approaching, it can rush...
Wings can burn,
Can be abandoned, to reach love.
Therefore, don't light a lamp;
Dangling in the dark I'll vacillate.

Bed of grass I don't request
If dust of feet I get.
In solitude, to the tomb
I'll let sail unkempt hair.

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1 comment:

  1. If You can be fickle, then I can be too. If it's Your will, then I'll make do with just a hint of You.