Tears of the Mountain

Through a thousand eyes in the trees and the brush wood.
The mountain stares hard
Stirring its stony legs it sloushes up
And clasps at my sleep of peace.

The mountain knows the story of my birth
The mountain knows my beloved’s name
My ancestors are asleep upon the mountain
Now the mountain is ill

It is an illness of decadence

Civilization is roosting in his heart
He endures self decay every moment

I rested my hand upon his helpless heart
Earthred tears flowed down the inversnaid.

             [ Translated by Ananda Bormudoi ]

 
Children’s Dower

The child’s smiles are a pilgrim
Innocent as flowers

Bright as the sun

I am born everyday
In the innocent eyes of the child

I warble through the baby lips
Stirring hands and feet
Invoke love

Sprawling like a river
Let slip through fingers
The gurgling of the child
The nude body of the child

Is wraffed up in a soothing flow
Pressing my cheek against the innocent genital

Feel, many a time
It’s smiles are a treasure
They can render timeless
All efforts of mankind

It holds a star on its arch
A crescent moon in a dimple
A hundred years in the tuft
The child has ears to hear
A voice ready to speak
Conscience to tell good from evil

Dear wardens
You may now begin
The First lesson from the primes.

             [ Translated by Ananda Bormudoi ]