Golden, this nimble hour
when shy the sky-maiden
changes attire,
a thousand shades
come playing, painting
the courtyard of the night in grilles,
laying a bridge across to the dark,
while birdsong keeps count,
flowering, healing trees
unfurling in the wind:
the firmament is my bo-tree
bringing tidings afresh:
until a day when justice will prevail,
is sure to dawn,
these questions,
my offerings into the embers
of the sacrifice of life.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 1:57 PM UTC
Golden, this nimble hour
when shy the sky-maiden
changes attire,
a thousand shades
come playing, painting
the courtyard of the night in grilles,
laying a bridge across to the dark,
while birdsong keeps count,
flowering, healing trees
unfurling in the wind:
the firmament is my bo-tree
bringing tidings afresh:
until a day when justice will prevail,
is sure to dawn,
these questions,
my offerings into the embers
of the sacrifice of life.
My project continues, this time one of my favourites in the Tamil language, this gorgeous debut song from 1980 (yes, that old but so fresh still) brought to the world the genius of Vairamuthu, the lyricist who went on to storm the world of Tamil cinema and literature with his soulful poems, enjoy the original here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ux0LERGc1cc
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