A Call From Behind

Dear! Wilt thou remember me in thy new home? There dost thou begin the world under new auspices with new offerings Deserted is now the leafy cottage; its shady neighborhood where we two first exchanged our looks, where every particle of dust, every. creeper and leaf is redolent of the wealth of eternal acquaintance in the worship of hearts, And a dismal void now cries in the wilderness. As didst thou forget me, many a man could come to thee, Then out of sympathy for me would that cottage weep out an offended heart, Wherever dist thou turn thy eyes, my reminiscences there made thy heart ache, Thou wilt drown that reproach here in the depths of new field; I alone am lost in the woods' of oblivion. The distance between thee and me was so long no real distance, As that old mansion would bring my distance into nearness. Now hast thou formed new ties, Opened a new fountain of laughter and tears, New performance and new revelry of song, Under the impulse of new welcome! To the cold storage my own tune is consigned. Dear! Mine is today forlorn hope, as pre-ordained by the divinity, Today on my grave will be built thy bridal sanctum sanatorium In the air is echoed and re-echoed The music of the Sylvan flute in the mouth of some cow-herd, Lost, lost am I in the western horizon! Farewell, Dear, our role comes to an end with the setting sun, Now art thou a new one in a new home! [Translation: Abdul Hakim]