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Anklets

B B Borkar

That day, under the banyan tree,
As dusk was gathering
With a soft tinkle
Your anklets drew near.

The woods fell silent
The leaves shivered in excitement
The dozing blades of grass
Tenderly aroused

Temple bells rang from afar
The river throat and banks swelled
The shadows burst into fragrance
That very instant

The bliss in the heart
The tears in the eyes
Turned into gems and glowed
Before we knew it
The two of us became one

How long we stood there,
As the tiny baniyan pods
Rained like 'akshata' on us
We crossed several heavens
In that ecstatic state of mind

Today, nothing is left of that
My life is fading to dusk
Yet, even now, all of a sudden
Comes the tinkle of your anklets

As I feel the surge of love,
A lovely thrill overwhelms me
The dreams that I get now
Turn into sleepless nights

Translated into English from Kokani


Cloigíní Bhráisléad Murnáin
Balakrishna Bhagwant Borkar

Ba ar an lá úd a tháinig do chloigíní bhráisléad murnáin
Chugam agus a gcling bhog nach n-imeodh
Amach as an dorchadas athartha
Faoi bhun an chrainn bhainiain.

Thit ciúnas ar na coillte,
Chroith na duilleoga is d’fhan gan chorraí
Pé táimhe a bhí
Ar na seamaidí féir
Dhúisíodar go séimh.

Bhuail cloig an teampaill i gcéin
Mhaolaigh ar ghlugarnach na habhann
Ansin líon an dorchadas dlúth an t-aer
Le cumhracht
Tinte ealaíne na féile ag bláthú os ár gcionn
Lasadh gach póir dínn
Cuma rathúil ag teacht ar gach tuar
Is comhartha is ba neamhghnách gach uile cheann acu.

Lúcháir an tsonais ag éirí chun na scornaí
Arraing an bhróin ag sileadh ón tsúil
Deineadh seoda díobh is thosnaigh ag lonrú
Ba ansin tá a fhios agat
Gan fhios dúinn a d’fhásamar ina chéile mar aon.

Inár seasamh ansin le chéile
Agus caora bainiain anuas orainn
Ina gcith
Iompraíodh sinn go tír na n-iontas sa ré i gcéin
Éilísiam, Tír na nÓg.

Níl aon chuid de sin fágtha inniu
Tá mo shaol féin ag druidim chun deiridh
Ach ina dhiaidh sin is uile, go tobann
Cloisim na cloigíní bhráisléad murnáin.

Anois féin, braithim brúcht an ghrá
A chuireann freanga mhilis orm
Agus fiú anois dúisíonn an bhrionglóid mé.

Translated by Gabriel Rosenstock into Irish from English

Short poem

Madhav Borkar

I went on collecting
In my hollow hands
The darkness along my way
To offer it to the light.

Translated by Gabriel Rosenstock into Irish from English

He Is A Poet

Shankar Ramani

He is a poet, solitary and lonely
Through the window of his ramshackle house
He watches the sky, day and night.
He is totally crazy
Don't call him closer
Nor talk to him;
Don't even look at him;
You never know
when he would throw
On your body
A basketful of pebbles
But if and when his window
Turns into blue sky
The birds from across the horizon
Beckon him to the ethereal light.

Translated by Gabriel Rosenstock into Irish from English

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