~Bhim Darshan Rokka~
Translation : Maya Watson
The season of rain has come
bearing the rainbow’s seven colors
why shouldn’t I run with shirt held out to gather
in this gift from far off lands has come.
The season of rain has come.
Why not speak in a voice like thunder
why not open my suffocating heart
in the jhar-jhar of the falling water
all seven of he scale’s notes are sunk.
The season of rain has come.
In the sky black clouds fly,
on the earth the crazed shadows race,
why not touch both banks today
the rolling river and I leap out together.
The season of rain has come.
(source : “POEMS OF BHIM DARSHAN ROKA” Book)
