In love no one knows what matters
Seems, something rare conquers the heart
Of some, whatever be the cause,
Love matters, seldom any laws,
In love, merit plays little part.
Maaltee flowers bloom not in spring,
When verdant green wood spreads its spell,
Lovelorn cuckoos when sweetly call,
What for? A poet’s left musing.
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Translation |16.08.2024| free verse, spring, love
The Sanskrit verse:
bhavati hrdaya-haaree kah api kasya api hetuh
na khalu guna-visheshah prema-bandha-prayoge |
kisalayita-vana-ante kokila- aarava-ramye
vikasati na vasante maaltee kah atra hetuh ||
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2024
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