The Run-Away

O Chakravaki! What distant melodious call of a known flute hast thou heard? O my fugitive Bird! What lost abode dost thou remember? What paradise of thy dream? O my Fugitive! Tears flood thy unsteady eyes, Tell, O tell me hat long-lost mother calleth thee? There under the shades of dusk from the distant horizon some deep magic spell beckoneth thee Dost thou know who it is? O my wayward one! Out of the fullness of heart and from the depths of love it seems to call, Come, Come, O Come, Be in my lap, O my tyrant child, O my fugitive Bird! The south wind blowing over the forest, Dose thy mother call thee now by raising her hand, O Dear? Dost thou, after all, distinguish thy kin from one who isn't thy kin? So, at the very peep of dawn descends dusk on my low-roofed house! The sheaves of paddy, or the secret call of Shyama Dear! prey, tell me What startled thee and made thee break thy bonds? The eyes are overflowed with tears, Who hath made thee drink Hemlock . of evergreen tender love? It seems of a sudden some young hare startles and cries 'O Come, come, come Come, O my dear Child,' To the forest come back, O thou Chakrabaki of the wood! O Fickle Fugitive! . , [Translation: Abdul Hakim]