LOVE'S MYSTERY

I love myself, immersed in my own mystery  
in the fast-moving years of youth;  
and yet how little I know  
the image of my love, the voice of my body  
the song of my gestures known, unknown  
the smiles and the looks !  

Like the sea or the vocalist  
how I lose myself in unknowing  
the mysterious voice of the silence !  

I too love you  
you are nearest to me like my own self;  
may be that is why you make me  
pine for the unknown  
in unrealised eagerness.  

The waves of desires dancing  
on your nubile gestures in  
the intricate leela of Vrindaban  
you are my self's self  
as obscure to me as my own self.  
  

Translation :
Sitakant Mahapatra