~Bhim Darshan Rokka~
Translation : Maya Watson
Had it not been spring,
had you not been singing that song,
had you not so shyly blushed,
the rhododendrons wouldn’t seem so red.
Had the world not worn a blossom on its breast,
had the shade vines not entwined in braid,
had you last spring saved nothing,
what would’ve been left for this spring?
Had the wilds not touched the towns,
had reason not drank of ecstasy,
had you not poured more and more for me,
the flowers would’ve never opened up their hollow cups.
(source : “POEMS OF BHIM DARSHAN ROKA” Book)
