THE MOTHER'S PRAYER

TRANSLATIONS

THE FUGITIVE--III.

SOMAKA AND RITVIK

KARNA AND KUNTI

TRANSLATIONS



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Darkly you sweep on, Eternal Fugitive, round whose bodiless rush stagnant
space frets into eddying bubbles of light.

Is your heart lost to the Lover calling you across his immeasurable
loneliness?

Is the aching urgency of your haste the sole reason why your tangled
tresses break into stormy riot and pearls of fire roll along your path as
from a broken necklace?


Your fleeting steps kiss the dust of this world into sweetness, sweeping