Darkest of nights she's aroused in plight as stands an empty bower <br /> <br />Blows a soothing breeze, the lass alone pleas, at a desolate hour <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />And on the blue sky, streams of stars fly, the Yamuna enchants notes <br /> <br />The orchards murmur, ripples and waves spur, honeybees’ antidote <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />With lovelorn eyes, towards the path lies a yearning maiden’s heart <br /> <br />Before she could see, garlands got weaved of wild flowers apart <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />And then she glanced at the wisp of an eye and threw away those flowers <br /> <br />And cried out loud- Ye, mates hear His flute fills up the bower…” <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />The night enlivens and across the plain, the tune reverberates <br /> <br />Rivers rejoice and join the choir and calm the lovelorn mates <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />And the poet says, Eh listen oh dark cad, the maiden awaits thy charm <br /> <br />Thus pour thy love in pious tones and heal her with your warmth….”<br /><br />Debayudh Chatterjee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/darkest-of-nights-a-transcreation-of-tagore-s-satiira-rajani/
