If I leave earth, I wish to leave saying it
to the whole world: ‘I have no sorrow in mind.'
‘No sorrow I have'—writing these words and
wreathing them in mind, I wish to leave silently
feeling the warmth of happiness on my body.
I have seen Rose; its thorn has not got shelter
into my mind. Being a Chital fish, I have swum
in the unfathomable youth; age and decay
have never been able to touch my soul.
Winter has retreated; cuckoos have started singing
the song of flowers throughout my existence.
If I go back, I wish to go saying it: ‘True and
beautiful is the muddy hut made with affection
on the desert of life. True and beautiful are
Night's moonlight, Day's civilization, mother's
honey-call, child's face and beloved's sweet words.'
Categories:
chital, 12th grade, earth,
Form: Blank verse