The Wolf And The Prince Poem by Rajendra padhi

O Prince! Behold the apples
Vanished deeper into the night
The Tsar ventures to know in fright,
Ivan the coolest of prince
Calmly sits night after night,
The unfriendly snow
The chilled wind lulls him to sleep,
The prince heaves a sigh
It sprawls in the dew.

A bird it is, invisible and rare
Hides the golden feather
And its crystal fiery eyes
In the buoyant air,
The mildest of its breath
Puts everyone to sleep.

The prince wanders in the forest
Streaming quickly on thorns and rocks,
Hush! A gray wolf flickers like a star
Appears and fades under a banyan tree,
“Dear prince I know your gloom
A bird it is to take everyone to dream
Hardly one can see the way it steals
All the apples till the trees are empty
No more you will sweat in worries
Now the bird will shed tears in hurry.”

The bird in luminous wings withers in a cry
Flies, flutters and leaps, its magic turns gray,
The apples remain safe from harm
The wolf dances like peacock in silvery tail,
Flushed in rage and wonder hums in pride
The bird complains who causes the magic- veils
Ivan shoots an arrow crushing the bird forever,
The gray fox turns into a princes singing sweet
The apples sway in its rhythm of boundless love
Shine in silvery shades hanging from the boughs,
Her bosom swells like a flooded stream
The sorcery of love raptures him in lore.

The princes heave a sigh like the evening wind
Sobs like a fountain in the greenery of the spring,
“An unutterable grief my dear
When I yearn for love I become a wild wolf
When hunted by passion
My jaws are thirsty for my lover’s blood”
The prince stands poised in anguish
Gallops off on his swiftest steed
He wanders in the bower and the glade
Grows intensely mad searching her for a kiss
The princes turns into the fiery wolf
Burning in passion brings out the thirsty jaw
Her heart breaks like a doll seeing the grass purple.