You Wept

You wept and the tears fell down And turned into dahlias Blooming in a great variety of colours. You wept and the tears fell down And tuned into marigolds Yellow, spotted and sprinkled. You wept and the tears fell down And tuned into roses Pink, red, white. Your tears, I could not, Oh, your love I could And o, you went weeping. But love is love, the love of heart, The love of the temple, I mean the temple of love And there dwells in the deity. You wept and tears fell down And they turned into tiny specks of Yellowish and whitish fragrant seuli booms. You wept and the stars fell down, Bringing my doom and darkness, Appearing gloomy. You wept and the flowers fell down on the way Going to the temple And for what proceed I on? You wept and the tears fell down And they turned into the white kaaminis, Icy white tiny blooms littering all through the night. Love is not love, my child, Love has it become defiled And all those who show love, love they not really. My love, your love, Who has known, Try to love at least innocently. 15 You wept and wept and went I hearing callously Putting the blocks of stone On my breast, hardening my stance. Kaamini called I, Vaasana was it, Aashakti was you, Mohini saw I you. Abodh Mana were you, Niscchala Hridya I appreciating you, admiring you And remembering you. Love, yes, love you, but destroy not, To love is not to ruin But to nurture. Maybe she your daughter, May be she your love, Maybe she your mother! Your tears, let me wipe them out, Your falling tears Which I ought to have I knew it not. I saw you as a tender flower And let you be a flower fragrant With the glee and gaiety of your own. You wept and wept and the tears fell down from the eyes And turned they into rajanigandhas Blooming in bunches and keeping nights fragrant. And seeing you in all tears, though I of passing my nights Under the kaamini, seuli and champa plants Or by the rajanigandh sticks.