Sunday, May 29, 2022

When the fair winds blow

(2282)  Tumi ele, amar kanane ei abelay abelay

You appeared
In my grove at this tardy hour, inauspicious.
Flowers mine all have started dropping;
Petals go on withering in the dust.

When there had been blossoms in the garden,
It had been awash with colored sweetness.
Then You came not, You deemed it improper;
Understanding Your game, difficult it was.

Once more will my flowers bloom;
Will new color and perfume rise in what is without hue?
Will my love-tree get infused with green shoots;
Oh won't You come to a bright Elysium?

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1 comment:

  1. I know You're no fair-weather friend, but why not then also?