Awake, Radha, awake,
Calls the parrot and its love.
For how long must you sleep,
Clasped to the heart of your Dark-Stone?
Listen. The dawn has come
And the red shafts of the sun
Are making us shudder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully conceived equally beautiful short and sweet poem. Thanks for sharing it here.