![]() Perhaps in the dream I extended my hands to touch you I saw in my dream you entering,įurtively and fervently kissing my warm forehead. These thoughts troubled me as I entered sleep’s domain.Īs I slept, I felt the frill of your dark blue dresses lying Your branches seem to be draped with her sari’s borders.Īnd you fanned me as tenderly as she did with her hands! The gentle breeze wafting by evoked her delicate air. Your bodies in silhouette suggested her slim shape. ![]() I saw in your leaves the kohl-dark shape of her eyes. Of her plaintive voice, calling out mournfully. Your leaves appear to me to be like the cooling palms When tears flowed from weary eyes beginning to burn, Hadn’t we once viewed each other through fluttering eyelids?įriends, I recall what we said to each other all night long! I rise seeing by my window the sentinel of my dreams,Ĭompanions of my dark nights, the row of betel nut trees! Who fans my warm forehead, who wakes up by my bedside? Startled, I wake up, wondering: whose breath brushes my forehead? It glances back, clasping in its hand its dark disheveled hair! Night spreads across the forest deep overcome with sleep, The moon cries, “Traveler awake, night is all but over” Putting its worn forehead on the porch of the setting sky ![]() ![]() Farewell, neighbours of my nightly vigil,Ĭompanions, the night of parting elapses.įrom this day ceases our secret exchanges,įrom this day ends our quiet conversations.
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