“Call of Poetry”
Today, I won’t fly to the blue grove to seek dreams,
Nor will I paint pictures with moonbeams in the jasmine.
No smile on my lips, no blush on my cheeks,
Poet! Even fate won’t see your tears.
In Nalanda-Vaishali, you’ve shed tears a hundred times,
In the villages, you haven’t found solace.
Today, leave this royal courtyard, poet! Head towards the forest flowers.
Go where solitary woods blossom with exotic hues,
Where do myriad blossoms bloom,
How many blossoms bloom untouched in the thicket?
Beneath the tree of enlightenment, how many lamps have extinguished?
In the vast realms, how many buds have bloomed?
I will become the poet, Kaviraj! Seeker of the unknown,
I will become the poet, Kaviraj! Seeker of the unknown.
Abandoning electricity, I will adorn lamps, leaving palaces for humble huts.
You, the beggar of villages, and I, in the guise of a beggar woman.
The wealth of gold shall I leave, the twilight shall shine bright,
You shall become a rustic beggar, I shall assume the guise of a beggar woman.
Saffron flower adorns the sky, the direction is still intoxicated,
The nights are filled with the music of Krishna’s flutes.
Streams flow from the divine mother’s footsteps, the Ganga’s pure waters,
Wherever I go, I shall plant the saffron of devotion.
I’ll leave behind Vedic verses and dive into the path of austerity,
You, the poet, shall live in seclusion.
Yes, in this drizzle of Ashadh, let the fields of wealth stay unexplored,
Let farmers sing cheerful songs with the beautiful women.
Celebrate with the destitute, poet! Let them find joy,
I’ll weep with the harvesters, and in the fields, I’ll bring happiness.
With children, I’ll play near the ponds, on the water’s edge,
I’ll dance with them, clapping and laughing,
I will become the poet, Kaviraj! Seeker of the unknown.
In the bamboo grove, I’ll be the firefly’s light,
Dancing here and there, making the flowers smile.
When the farmer, exhausted, sees the dawn of harvest,
I’ll be the hope flowing in his heart.
I’ll become the poet, Kaviraj! Seeker of the unknown.
I will play with the children, on the straw mat,
I will become the poet, Kaviraj! Seeker of the unknown.
In the glow of twilight, near the water, near the crops,
I’ll weep with them, I’ll make the harvesters weep.
I’ll become the poet, Kaviraj! Seeker of the unknown.
I’ll play with the children, under the trees,
I’ll become the poet, Kaviraj! Seeker of the unknown.
Leaving behind the lamp’s radiance, I’ll light my heart,
I’ll rise like the moon, bringing light to the world.
I’ll leave my mark on the hearts of the farmers,
I’ll become the poet, Kaviraj! Seeker of the unknown.
I’ll become the breeze in the jasmine grove, I’ll bring smiles,
I’ll sway with the melodies of the fields and the beautiful women.
The temple bells will chime, heralding the eternal message,
I’ll paint the morning with the colors of Krishna’s flute.
I’ll become the poet, Kaviraj! Seeker of the unknown.
The fragrance of basil fills the air, and the direction is still fragrant,
I’ll become the cool breeze, bringing relief to the heat.
The temple bells will chime, heralding the eternal message,
I’ll paint the morning with the colors of Krishna’s flute.
I’ll become the poet, Kaviraj! Seeker of the unknown.
I’ll play with the children, near the ponds,
I’ll become the poet, Kaviraj! Seeker of the unknown.
I’ll become the poet, Kaviraj! Seeker of the unknown.
