Through her blood's lightly layered <br />Hazy darkness <br />Lightning flashes out branches of my being <br />When, through intoxicated wet leaves, <br />The sudden stirring that's the month of Ashadha <br />Passes tenderly like a slight shiver. <br />And there remains <br />Only she <br />Of the trees, among the trees, for the trees: <br />Woman smelling of the season. <br /> <br />[Translated from Shesha: Selected Marathi Poems]<br /><br />Dilip Chitre<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rains-7/
