Flower In Worship

No place for weeping in the flow of Time, It is not for weeping over, you gave us riches. Light, Water, Air, Heaven and Hade, Countless solar systems-all thy playthings The enchanting life that throbs around Rich and green - (even that thy gift!) Thy gifts in a variety of forms - unseen gods, Blades of grass, worms, butterflies, men, With gratitude I think of these - yet Had you to give us this cursed Love? But now, a tender life did adorn my lap, My heart was filled with comfort and hope. A light for my eyes, a wise of cool breeze To caress my being, to fill my veins with joy! You bade me lift him from the dell below And raise him to the vast expanse above. Well, had you to bind us with this chain Of affection just to cause us pain? To see him was to be in the morning state, An embrace was like sandal paste. The world was a grand festive field for me, What a realm of bliss where I chanced to be! Alas, mango blossom! I did not see The dark clouds of what was sure to be. A lovely wick aflame did I place To face a storm that was gaining pace. A fool, I built my heaven on sands, A hopeless hell I made with my own hands. To weep now; but a question comes up oft, Who will an answer give? What was my fault? Poverty used to wet my eyes, My hands would rise to wipe the tears. Humiliations subdue me, but then, I stroke my beard and raise my face. Obstacles untold block my way. When hurts and wounds my body cover I cling to the cool comfort you did shower. Never washed I with eye's salty tears My body soiled with sweat Is that the crime? Like crescent at dawn, cold and still, Lay there my life, I see him still. The day broke in. Though pale, as the night had sucked all blood, A tender smile lit up his lips. Darling, is it to give me a little relief That you lit up a sparkler With your life that was drying up? When dusk grew dark, Cruelty? You snatched from me The tender sprout of life yourself had given. Like a creeper struck with lightning Lay the mother at my feet swooning. I stood and watched with heart turned steel, Justice felt its eyes too, dull. You filled with fire those lovely eyes Golden dawns were wont gently to praise. You forced fierce storms across that breast, Liquid fire along those veins. O Cruelty! You, You alone are the Eternal Truth! With gratitude I throw at you this name: 'Hey, The Merciful', this address like a Flower offered in worship May thy feet accept, that'll be a favor. [Translated from Malayalam 'Poojapushpam' by well-known poet Madhavan Ayyapath. ]