Prem Narayan Nath

Evening bells toll in the temple
Birds flatter their wings
the merchant sails off by a distant river
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If the breeze hums at the arrival of my words to you
suddenly sometimes
stars of your eyes stay tuned
Assume that the moon after the clouds
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I searched so much
for ornaments of raw gold
in the markets of Maibong,
Gold is only in name
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From the finger with joints I have known
The finger is of whose hand.
From the gold ring have I known
The ring is from whose hand.
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Your heart and mine
Two halves of a pumpkin
Let them be red forever
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We entreat you to come
And have your food
Your last repast
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How are you all? enfolds
the night and wraps the bird's call in sorrow

Flowers on my palm bend over
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With whom did you come all the way
as the yellow of mustard blossoms

does the drum beat in your bosom
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pledged to each night your days,
your sundry drems, sodden
range from rivers to changing skies
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Summer descended
The sky and earth
Shifted from their places
The smoke clamor darkened people
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I have disclosed only before you, don't leak it out
If the king comes to know, we've had it

The fact keeps flowing with people
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Yesterday was where I belonged to
Yesterday I'd been in the ration shops queue
Yesterday I was a pedestrian of the pavement
yesterday I exchanged with many a mate
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The fishermen are coming
Down the fields of ripening grain
Hope clings on to the evening flowers
below the eaves of their seeping roofs.
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Only the autumnal wail
Only the swallow's thirst
for moonbeams
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When I was having a pain in my heart
Unknowingly I started to turn page after page of
the book of your face
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Darkness trembled on the flute of the night
sitting in darkness I wrote
the dialogue of undigested sorrow
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I change myself into certain events that issue forth
from the depths of floating time
plucking an undecomposed flower
woven into the tapestry of my heart
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An evening meal
of roasted potatoes and tea

Green and yellow and blue smile
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Through the heart of Kundil town
the blue river of the night
all agog with ripples
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Carry me on to the forest whose face is
aglow in light.
I put down golden words
in the raptness of lovely green
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