Blind Lover's Call

Love is the waves of a sea. Carrying those waves Into my heart, I summoned you saying 'River! River! ' Hearing that call, you became a courageous river And like the Ganges, resolved making the sky hear: 'Coming out of home, I will get mixed with the dream-sea In this Spring.' Keeping all the debts of the Past behind, You commenced running to get mixed with the sea. This way a sea makes a river leave her home. This way a sea makes a river bewildered. Love is the storm of songs. Bearing that storm into my heart, I summoned you cooing like a cuckoo. Hearing my call, You, like a dry leaf, said binding the tamarind-wind At the loose end of your sari, 'Now it has been the vow of my life: I won't stay lifeless on the grass of earth any more; Like the lovely cloud, I will fly fair in the unlimited sky.' This way a storm summons The dry leaves of earth. If the sea summons, how does a river remain isolated? And if the storm summons, how do the dry leaves Lie down on the grasses of earth? Likewise, o my Love, loving you when I summon, How can a dead man's sleep come down Into the grave-abode of your love-wet eyes?