Moon In The Lake Dances With Ripples? Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Moon In The Lake Dances With Ripples?
'May the poor find wealth; those weak with sorrow find joy.May the forlorn find new hope, constant happiness and prosperity.May the frightened cease to be afraid, and those bound be free.May the weak find power, and may their hearts join in friendship.'-The Dalai Llama
Young ferryman's straw-house
by the lake
unbolted bamboo door
rattles to the Eastern wind.
He peeped through the broken window
and saw moon dances with ripples in the lake?
His memories dragged to his sad past.
Poor drunkard Tinsmith's beautiful wife and daughter
drowned in this lake on a full moon.
And if that tear dropp hidden in his eye speaks?
Certainly it's deep the tale
Like the haunted lake?
*The barley field's mealy mouthed midwife rumoured around the villagers the deceased were pregnant?
nimal dunuhinga
In 12 short lines, a long tragic story has been told in a wonderful style. The last three lines are heart-moving, brief with an effect nowhere I read. Rated *****
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 7:20:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Great story poem, Nimal, the poverty may hide the tear, but a good poet may always see it to add the understanding-I like the fact that your poems are like questions. It's like you want to ask-do you understand this? I can answer to this question-yes, I understand this, I understand you...