Dear child, say without shame
that I am your mother
and this city is your father.
Go, tell the chaste wives,
I teach their men how to love.
I offered myself
in place of a thousand women,
and became a saint.
Man, my child, is endless Desire,
you should cross that sea
the way I rose above my body.
Raise your head;
be my survivor, grow to be great.
You should have a tryst with tomorrow:
you should see the sun
that I could not.
I do not want to weep before Jesus
nor do I want Upagupta to weep before me.
Every night I turn red hot,
every morning I become gold.
I conquered lust;
you should transcend greed.
We are the bountiful Earth
and we, the giving Nature.
(Translated from Malayalam by the poet with Rizio Raj)
Friday, November 18, 2005
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2 comments:
Very nice... I like these lines:
Go, tell the chaste wives,
I teach their men how to love.
I know! Me too! Aren't they so powerful?
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