You Are, As You Are

Standing on some non-life fringe of life embracing non-existent shape like winds that stopped blowing, I would be living in illusions with fossils of life’s zest. I would regard meanings given by others so far as refreshing boon, I would still be enamoured of rose or any heartless flower's smell if tender tides of your affection had not suffused the pollens of my heart with loving aroma. modulations of my song, images of my poetry, my life story, all would be making a tedious dumb run with no destination sans beauty like sultry gusts of drought that flow over leafless treetops. Sunrays would not descend to lift my spirit each morning bringing life. birds that fly singing for me would not know how to sing filling their throats with love welling up from heart. My pleasures would escape by climbing up empty times thinking that is life though not knowing even half the mystery of love not knowing how melodious life is if you had not demolished shape of life’s rhythm sometimes by gripping my heart tender like love so fragile that even your softest words could break it. if you had not created the scenography of life with countless colourful plays of your wishes my desires would wither away by making false explanations of the beauty of Creation. If you were not what you are shaped by my life’s melodies, one who is standing before you overflowing with energy carrying myriad desires that would not be me. --- (Translated from Nepali by Prof. Abhi Subedi)