he is a sacrificial fire
in which the gods are constantly putting fuel
when darkness spreads its vast sheet
even then
he is the untiring life flaming in the background
dyous, o ancient father
it is you who has made these wonderful seasons
you the wrinkles on the face
the blood of the shoots
the drying up of wounds
you are love
like a beehive full of honey
warm and sweet
present in our souls
you are
the agitation that turns the earth upside down.
Translator: Ashok Pande
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wish i had read this first this is the greatest poem u have written until now i guess. **KoNi**