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Part One - The Calling
Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood!
If our great Mother has imbued my soul
With aught of natural piety to feel
Your love, and recompense the boon with mine;
Always for the first time
Hardly do I know you by sight
You return at some hour of the night to a house at an angle to my window
A wholly imaginary house
Somewhere in a strange land
An unknown heart throbs for me
Etching an amorous graffiti
On the blank walls of my mind
Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls,
The wind, one brilliant day, called
to my soul with an odor of jasmine.
'In return for the odor of my jasmine,
Stand in front of the mirror
Either boys or girls, some got depression
Try to find yourself underneath the reflection
Dissect each point, seek for perfection
(A great one while calling his barroness by these names...)
It was a scent...BUT not just any,...
her scent filled the air
My fancies are fireflies, —
Specks of living light
twinkling in the dark.
In the depth of my soul there is
A wordless song - a song that lives
In the seed of my heart.
It refuses to melt with ink on
The eye follows, the land
Slips upward, creases down, forms
The gentle buttocks of a young
Giant. In the nestle,
Dear My Soul
Efface not your foot prints
Take back not fragrance of
A certain yaksha who had been negligent in the execution of his own duties,
on account of a curse from his master which was to be endured for a year and
which was onerous as it separated him from his beloved, made his residence
among the hermitages of Ramagiri, whose waters were blessed by the bathing
I closed my eyes to creation when I beheld his beauty, I became
intoxicated with his beauty and bestowed my soul.
For the sake of Solomon’s seal I became wax in all my body,
and in order to become illumined I rubbed my wax.
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm!
All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm,
And shadowy, through the mist of passed years:
For others, good or bad, hatred and tears
Your eyes are a thorn in my heart
Inflicting pain, yet I cherish that thorn
And shield it from the wind.
I sheathe it in my flesh, I sheathe it, protecting it from night and agony,
Gone are my people, but I exist yet,
Lamenting them in my solitude...
Dead are my friends, and in their Death my life is naught but great
'Oh, dear, this utterly sweltering season of the highly rampant sun is drawing nigh, and it will always be good enough to go on taking daytime baths, as the lakes and rivers will still be with plenteous waters, and at the end of the day, nightfall will be pleasant with fascinating moon, and in such nights Love-god can somehow be almost mollified...[who tortured us in the previous vernal season... but now without His sweltering us, we can happily enjoy the nights devouring cool soft drinks and dancing and merrymaking in outfields...]
To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught
Of all the great things men have saved from Time,
The withered body of a girl was brought
Dead ere the world's glad youth had touched its prime,
Behind these dark walls no one has guessed
No one knows what's hidden in the chambers
Where the light refuses to reach
Where the butterfly kite will never known flight again
Grapes in your eyes
Arabian dates in your lips
Apples in your cheeks in defiance to Newton's Law
You are a pink rose in complexion
In flowers I like
of course Rose too
Between these two
this most beautiful scent
on this barren land
Rose and Jasmine grace the garden
with their pink and white shades
Cuckoo like song birds sing their praise
Flowers enjoy the song and nod their heads in breeze
Angels appear in the sky as shining stars
And descent to earth as jasmine blooms
In white, being the essence of innocence
Carrying with them a celestial fragrance
With the touch of your tender fingers
white fragrant jasmine slightly blushed
turned pink like a rose
Jasmine Jasmine elegant whitish flower
Your fragrance sweetens garden's air
Before your scent of aromatic excellence
even pink Rose blushes with defeat
A Rose, a Sunflower, a Jasmine
I will gift you every day and
Feel peace in my mind and soul;
A Rose for its scent, a Sunflower
Will you be my love,
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