Unyielding

When I called you in your garden Mango blooms were rich in fragrance - Why did you remain so distant, Keep your doors so tightly fastened? Blossoms grew to ripe fruit-clusters - Your rejected my cuppded handfuls, Closed your eyes to perfectness. In the fierce harsh storms of Baisakh, Golden ripened fruit fell tumbling. 'Dust, I said, 'defiles such offerings: Let your hands be heaven to them.' Still you showed no friendliness. Lampless were your doors at evening, Pitch-black as I played my vina. How the starlight twanged my heartstrings! How I set my vina dancing! You showed no responsiveness. Sad birds twittered sleeplessly, Calling, calling lost companions. Gone the right time for our union - Low the moon while still you brooded, Sunk in lonely pensiveness. Who can understand another! Heart cannot restrain its passion. I had hoped that some remaining Tear-soaked memories would sway you, Stir your feet to lightsomeness. Moon fell at the feet of morning, Loosened from the night's fading necklace. While you slept, O did my Vina Lull you with its heartache? Did you Dream at least of happiness?