HASIT BUCH
Not only my fingers or the eyes,
With them also, something soft within
Pick one after one
These flowers jasmine
fresh, white, tender, and with perfume fine.
Morning, cool and pleasant all around,
I am spell bound!
A reality indeed
Not I, the morn picks
flowers jasmine!
And now myself,
The morning, this jasmine, covered tray,
Are all silently gay;
To see your fingers moving
And engrossed your gleaming face,
Knitting for yourself
A floral brail lace!
Oh, you my companions, innocent and gay!
Permit me, please,
To go a little astray
And listen to what to-day’s
Mass media has to say!
–Translated from Gujarati by the author