You
flew away
My
sweet swallow,
Towards
distant, dreary, disconsolate skies,
Before
seeing the golden autumn,
You
left with the heartless pain
Of
the nestless swain
In
your heart…
Someday,
in May, yearning
May
bring you back,
With
the memory of an old place,
To
find your nest,
Warm,
enticing,
To
feel many a dawn’s embrace…
The
living sun
May
smile again,
You
may imbibe the cool of life’s fountain,
The
moon may unveil
Its
kiss of love, and
The
white faces of stars may drop their own veil…
And
you may soar
Fulfilled
and free,
Basking
-- at home -- in your dreams’ glow,
My
sweet swallow,
My
tender, tiny bird,
Nestless
no more, never in sorrow…
Avik Derentz
Translated by Tatul Sonentz
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