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Silence engulfs me like a clouded veil
Obscuring my kohl-lined eyes
Which once brimmed with roseate dreams
You offer me gold, Rajan.
Say what gold can ever outshine
The gilded opulence of the indulgent twilight
Witnessing the rhythm of our racing hearts
Merrier than a peacock on a rainy day?
I see a shadow looming in your eyes
Deeper than the Malini's sprightly waves.
I see not the darkness of the full-moon night
When blessed by the River's sacred prayers
You embraced me with a garland so fair
That even the pariahs in Heaven
Bowed their dainty heads.
The whispering wind played truant that night
As two souls got intertwined
In dulcet tones of divine fulfillment.
Do your songbirds in emerald cages
Sing of a long-forsaken evening?
When by the water's crystal mirror
Did we soothe and fed a baby deer?
Do the courtesans in your palace
Speak with the pleasant quip
Of my Sakhis
Anasuya and Priyamvada?
I smile at your folly. My folly.
For what else is the mind of man
Then a treasure trove of silver anklets
Strung together with the frailest jewels
That glitter and shine when the time is not right
Only to break into a billion fragments
Of alluring visions? 'Mother!', I cry.
Is it my voice? Emanating from a hollow in my chest
That rises and falls in despair.
Every breath is a reminder
Of my withered Madhabilata.
Her sighs resonate through the air
Like the phantom of a long-lost past.
I will stay no more, Dushyanta.
I will say no more.
For a woman has her heart with which she gives
Herself. The Universe. And Herself.
This earth is tainted with a wretched spell
That mistakes Love for a fool's dream
A coward's lullaby
And thus I must return to my Mother's arms.
For I must sleep, Dushyanta.
The Lover must sleep.
The Giver must sleep.
The woman must sleep.