The First Showers
Monsoon rains
Bring festivity, each year
Yet I eagerly wait, to get wet
In the first showers, each year.
The peacock of my heart
Dances round ‘n round,
On the exhilarating tunes of ‘Megh Malhar’
Expressing its unbounded joy.
The thick showers 'n scent of water
From the dear dark clouds onto ‘n into it,
make the earth reach its fulfilling climax
making it feel shy like a coy maiden.
It, in turn, hides its young body
With the dark green scarf of grass ‘n shrubs
And with its own intoxicating fragrance
Indicates to all to have conceived.
Even the hot westerly winds of May ‘n June
Forget the dry, dour times they earlier faced
And with childlike innocence, instantly they
Transform into cool ‘n soothing easterlies.
Becoming the front messenger of god clouds
These easterlies bring the message,
indicating that the king lover is back home
After having traveled ‘n kissed the seven seas.
Time for us to welcome the first showers
Celebrating the season of fulfillment
After a lengthy ‘n eager wait as does the lady earth
Getting completely drenched ‘n feeling wet from inside.
Date write: 8.7.2014
translated by myself from my Hindi poem 'sawan ki pehli fuhaar'
'Megh Malhar' is a Hindustani classical raga. The name derives from the
Sanskrit word Megh, meaning cloud. Legends say that this raga has the power
to bring out rains in the area where it is sung- def. from W'pedia.
Copyright © Mohan Chutani | Year Posted 2014
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