Tuesday, May 30, 2023

What happened?

(2650)  Sajala pavane chinu anamane

Under a humid breeze, I had been inattentive;
Having come alongside, You awaited.
Ringing in both my ears was the wind,
So much tender language; what did You whisper?

Floating had arrived the screwpine pollen;
Burflower bower was full of sweet scent.
In the bamboo-flute's arbor, to sound of a peacock-holler,
Ever smiling had danced the peafowl bird.

You appeared, as if static-electric;
Pearls You dropped with a sweet grin.
Eagerly a sleeping bud awakened,
Eyes opening in hope of Your vision.

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