Let me not so much be lost in involvements <br />As would make me incapable of <br />Recognizing the fragrance of the flower <br />Beaming in my own yard; as would <br />Divest me of time <br />For the merry sports of children <br />Glee with the total joy of creation <br />Radiant in their midst. <br /> <br />As would render me oblivious of my time <br />For the wind carrying the scents of love, <br />For the birds chanting the notes of life, <br />For sparkling waterfalls falling yet gay <br />And, too, for the stars fireflies carry <br />Through the immensity of darkness. <br /> <br />Let me not so much be swept by haste. <br />Let me not lose the sight of myself. <br />In the rush of life’s vicious circles <br />Let me not go spiraling towards a peak <br />Where vision would be blinded with <br />Tears, washing down life’s rubles. <br /> <br />Not so much be lost as would have <br />No time to look at myself <br />Ever. Not so much, so much be lost, just <br />To see the hue, grace, glory gone <br />Off the face of my beloved <br />As I’d wake and be conscious. <br /> <br />How long would I run after the <br />Time, <br />My mind just a cosmos of void? <br />Will you please go journeying <br />For your own sake, <br />Till I come living a moment of life? <br /> <br /> <br /> Translated from Nepali by Manu Manjil<br /><br />Suman Pokhrel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/entanglements/
