THROUGH A WINDOW

While the trees and branches and the fish  
were talking :  
would a deluge come to this earth,  
through a window  
I saw at once  
the sun rising.  

In the re-creation  
would the flowers become the stars of the sky  
and on cloud-boats  
we sail across the blue expanse ?  

How would it be  
if a stone turns to a man,  
if the dusty body of a mountain  
gets life ?  

Close to us  
if we live like worms  
while the trees and branches and the fish see  
how would it be  
if a mountain becomes a man ?  

Like a chunk of earth  
sliding from a mountain  
we too would jump from the sky  
how would it be  
if we all become tigers  
munching our dreams and loves ?  

If this earth feigns weeping, let it  
but this cruel look should go  
and how good would be your words  
that you too smile  
through the window !  
  

Translation :
Haraprasad Paricha Patnaik