First Published in SETU, December, 2020
Against the monsoon Skies… from BhanusingherPadabali
(from Shaongaganeghorghanaghata, BhanusingherPadabali)
Against the monsoon skies, heavy clouds wrack the deep of night.
How will a helpless girl go through the thick groves,Ofriend,
Crazed winds sweep by the Yamuna, the clouds thunder loud.
The lightning strikes, the trees have fallen, the body trembles
In the heavy rain, the clouds shower a downpour.
Under the shaal, piyale, taal, tamal trees, the grove is lonely and quiet at night.
Where, friend, is he hiding in this treacherous grove
And enticing us with his wonderful flute calling out to Radha?
Put on a garland of pearls, a shithi* in my parting…
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