O' Sojourner, alone you must travel,
For darkness becomes the advent of dawn
as the hours burn every agony,
and the tongue finds a voice that stayed mute for long.
In the gathering of ecstasy, the lips give you freedom,
Alone you must seek the elixir,
For in such seeking, the thrush in you flies in an expanse.
And so, you become a rider of the tides,
Awakened, to the deepest of your dreams.
With sails unfurled, await the winds of life,
for in it, you will sense, the vast sea of silence.
And so, you become the river of peace,
rushing to meet the ocean afar.
And you disappear,
as a drop into an ocean.
Emptied you rise, to find the sky, gilded in morn,
for the dark announced the dawn.
Your heart so full, a chalice of wine,
For from the longing, flows a fountain of delight.
A seeker of solitude, found the gladdest hour,
For in silence, your flames burn high;
In the dark, you are a spirit of light,
for your eyes hunger, crying aloud for flight.
O' Sojourner, in the quest of utmost,
for long, you have traveled, near and afar,
Deep was your thirst, for the faraway land,
that held your desires and the deepest burning.
Deep was your hunger that tore apart the veils.
In the dark, you found a wakefulness to light,
for you have felt the ecstasy, as the weeping turned into laughter.
Forsaking earthly pleasures, you feast on otherworldly desires.
The night that came to prune your pleasures,
gave you the wings of a light, so eternal.
The path though, is of gravel and dust,
Yet, luminous are you, in the dawn of gold;
The longing that burns you, crowns you in light.
'I Sense My Thirst..Excerpt
Jayita Bhattacharjee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem