W. Kapur
The
Search
What bird is this that sings a song
Filled with such sorrow
Such aching notes
In the dead of night
When my hut in its yard of densest dark
Is drenched to the brim of its heart?
Now can I,
Wanting to follow him,
Find my voice
Or his direction
Will someone tell me his name
And the branch where he makes his home?
Or are you all, like me, strangers?
Have you , like me, lost your light?
At least my hut holds its warmth
Perhaps I could give him some,
Put embers in his voice.
Translated by Shanta Gokhale
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