THE TRYST
(A
Tamil folk-song)
Rendered
by MANJERI S. ISVARAN
By
the row of trees I sit,
time
passes, the fireflies flit,
still
you do not come,
Beloved,
my Beloved!
Your
beauty like a peal of bells
in
my ears silently swells
as
seas in a shell,
Beloved,
my Beloved!
With
your glance you stirred my desire
into
a devouring fire,
and
burnt all my wit,
Beloved,
my Beloved!
Within
me my heart doth weep,
my
days are nights bereft of sleep,
is
this fair of you,
Beloved,
my Beloved?
By
the row of trees I sit,
time
passes, the fireflies flit,
still
you do not come,
Beloved,
my Beloved!