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In a moment or two, you and I are just in the lap of the sun
O Sindhusaras,
Leaving the lap of the Malabar hills, I descended to the window of a very distant wave
Dancing Tarantula - Mystery; I stopped quietly by the sea
I saw two snow-white wings in the sky
It dances like white foam and brings joy to the world.
The dark song of the eagle on the horns of the mountain is erased,
Furaya night again, despair; Build your song again
The new sea is one, white sunshine, life like green grass
In the weary chest of the earth; Your song again
Dark waves are calling from the hollow of the rock.
Did you know that many ages have passed? Many kings have died?
Don't you know that a lot of gold has fallen? A lot of profound damage
We are tired - we have lost the speed of joy;
Desire, snatch, dream, pain, future, present - this is the present
Our children are singing sad songs in their hearts?
I know birds, white birds, children of Malabar,
Don't look back, you have no past, no memory,
There is no gray on the chest
Manuscript Not like the birds of the earth in winter
House of pain and fog.
The lonely morning of imagination tied to the blood that has been shed
No then; No lowland - no behind the joy
Questions and worries.
Didn't you see the dream - all the roads of the world, leaving all the Indus alone
Far away on the opposite island is just seen in the magician's mirror
One with Ruposhi; Lines like an upcoming story on the waves of the evening river
His soul- pale hair, his eyes as black as the Hijl forest;
Once in a dream he saw all the clear light of the world
Extinguished where the golden honey has flown, do not weave
Flies and; The scent of yellow leaves filled Shalik's mind,
At noon the clouds float - the golden eagle's chest is unmanned
At noon in the clouds, that is, next to the Dhansinri river;
There is no one in the sky, no more in the grass of the earth.
You don't know that silence; Or in the way of blood
Inside the dust of the earth
You know Nako still falls like a fly in the face of Kanchi Vidisha;
Beauty puts hands in the darkness of hunger;
The deepest bluest desire is to try to catch the rainbow
The autumn fog is blowing away like a short-lived day.
You know all this in Nako coral reefs;
White wings white foam glistening in the sun - next to the children
Infinite sky at noon like a heliotrope!
The wings have been shown solely to give a sense of proportion.
Though the dream snatch of this world is all unknown to him.
When were you born in the midst of the fickle wind - when did you take birth,
Leaving the gloomy world, we descended in groups
In the Arabian Sea, and in the Sea of China - in the Indus Festival of distant India.
Trying to die in the cold A-world tore the fatigue bewilderment
When did you land at the bottom of the blue sea?
The story of rice juice is the soft fragrance of the world
The conch woman of the world is that- and her lover is pale
The form of a lonely face, the life like dry grass,
Don't know, never know; It roars and flies away
Hundreds of soft suns they are in the intensity of the eternal sun.
(Poetry - Ashwin 1343; Book of Poetry - Mahaprithibi)