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The God of the joyful And the God of the sorrowful Met on the dawn Of those who had gone for a walk Even though they belonged to the same family, They didn’t even acknowledge one another The eyes of the God of the sorrowful Were in the sky Birds are making fun of him Clouds ? They stood their ground, Stating, ‘ we are not with you’. The eyes Of the God of the joyful Were on earth Plants on earth Smile at him Dogs, cats and horses Were vying with one another to walk with him. The God of the sorrowful told The God of the joyful, “Brother, Sometime or the other On earth, or sky, Or in the toilet of the passenger train, Or in the corner of the bar of the poor, Or in some Hatta in Sharja Or in the kitchen of the labour camp Or in a room of a house with rent unpaid Or in court Or on some strong tree branch Or in a pawn shop Or in the middle of the road where children die from collision with vehicles Or in some sorcerer’s hut My people will see you What will you tell them? In the storm-like **** of the God of the joyful, The cosmos started gasping for breath.
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC
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The God of the joyful And the God of the sorrowful Met on the dawn Of those who had gone for a walk Even though they belonged to the same family, They didn’t even acknowledge one another The eyes of the God of the sorrowful Were in the sky Birds are making fun of him Clouds ? They stood their ground, Stating, ‘ we are not with you’. The eyes Of the God of the joyful Were on earth Plants on earth Smile at him Dogs, cats and horses Were vying with one another to walk with him. The God of the sorrowful told The God of the joyful, “Brother, Sometime or the other On earth, or sky, Or in the toilet of the passenger train, Or in the corner of the bar of the poor, Or in some Hatta in Sharja Or in the kitchen of the labour camp Or in a room of a house with rent unpaid Or in court Or on some strong tree branch Or in a pawn shop Or in the middle of the road where children die from collision with vehicles Or in some sorcerer’s hut My people will see you What will you tell them? In the storm-like **** of the God of the joyful, The cosmos started gasping for breath.
translation : Anitha varma
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC
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