Friday, July 1, 2022

Don't let me be lonely

(2314)  Parabo baliya saunge enechi

Saying "I'll make wear", with me I have brought
A wreath threaded with the medlars shed.
I have composed it on a string of love,
The whole day unattended.

This medlar is my life's essence;
In this medlar is fragrance immense.
If able to make wear, by that it will bestir
The swing of a sweet love-tryst.

On that swing the earth sways every minute;
On that swing pulsating, the sun.
At the touch of that swing in a wink vanishes
All pangs of non-attainment.

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