Once love enters your being
it stays with you forever
it is not a fickle sensation
but musk of realization
Whose fragrance
unlike grief and sadness
persists long after
the lived experience
What comes and goes
what changes is not love
but just a reflection
of a passing sensation
Love is the only light that burns
on the night of annihilation
the lodestar that guides
the stranded and the shipwrecked.
(Yayati)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem