Entanglements
Let me not so much be lost in involvements
as would make me incapable of recognizing the fragrance of the flower beaming in my own yard; as would divest me of time for the merry sports of children glee with the total joy of creation radiant in their midst. As would render me oblivious of my time for the wind carrying the scents of love, for the birds chanting the notes of life, for sparkling waterfalls falling yet gay and, too, for the stars fireflies carry through the immensity of darkness. Let me not so much be swept by haste. let me not lose the sight of myself. in the rush of life’s vicious circles let me not go spiralling towards a peak where vision would be blinded with tears, washing down life’s rubbles. Not so much be lost as would have no time to look at myself ever. Not so much, so much be lost, just to see the hue, grace, glory gone off the face of my beloved as I’d wake and be conscious. How long would I run after the time, my mind just a cosmos of void? will you please go journeying for your own sake, till I come living a moment of life? ....................................................................
Translated from Nepali by Manu Manjil
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