SRI AUROBINDO
Translations
from Sanskrit and Other Languages
II. From Bengali
IX
Cease, clouds of autumn, cease to roll;
Your thunders slay a poor girl’s soul.
Love of my heart, in distant lands thou roamest.
The musical rich sound of rain
But touching me, ah, turns to pain.
Love of my heart, in distant lands thou roamest.
The pleasant daylight brings delay
Of added infelicity
Because of one face far away,
Grief of heart where joy should be.
Love of my heart, in distant lands thou roamest.
The glorious lightning as it burns
Goes shuddering through my body faint
And my sad eyes remembrance turns
Into moist fountains of complaint.
Love of my heart, in distant lands thou roamest.
Cease, clouds of autumn, cease to roll;
Your thunders slay a poor girl’s soul.
Love of my heart, in distant lands thou roamest.