Published in Parabaas April 20, 2011
When will I be united
with the Man of my Heart?
Day and night
like a rainbird
I long for the Dark Moon,
hoping to become his maidservant.
But this is not my fate.
I caught a glimpse
of my Dark Lord in a dream,
and then he was gone
like a flash of lightning
vanishing into the cloud it came from, leaving no trace.
Meditating on his image
I lose all fear of disgrace.
Poor Lalon says,
He who always loves,
knows.
We thank Professor Joanna Kirkpatrick for sending us this translation by late Carol Salomon. We also thank Professor Richard Salomon to grant us permission to publish it in Parabaas.
অলংকরণ (Artwork) : Nilanjana Basu