(27 December 1797 – 15 February 1869 / Agra / British India)

The Dropp Dies In The River

The dropp dies in the riverof its joy
Pain goes so far it cures itself

In the spring after the heavy rain the cloud disappears
That was nothing but tears

In the spring the mirror turns green
holding a miracle
Change the shining wind

The rose led us to our eyes

Let whatever is be open.

[Translated by W. S. Merwin and Aijaz Ahmed]

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Comments (3)

Excellent poetic skills and heart.
Awesome, no words can describe the beauty of this poem
The rose led us to our eyes Let whatever is be open.