~Bhim Darshan Rokka~
Translation : Maya Watson
From every hand,
from lands both hospitable and hard,
from jungle, slope, and stone,
and from gentle sighs
it comes
Time continually comes.
Water flows into water,
leaf dances upon leaf,
from the approaching of seasons,
and the sound of your speaking
time comes
Time continually comes.
It touches as if to say something
then listens to me a while
thrashing about in my breathing
taking each moment
it goes
time continually goes.
It rises up from me
expanding heavenward
where it turns to blue sky
that will be my past.
(source : “POEMS OF BHIM DARSHAN ROKA” Book)
