Farewell, the Greek gift of friendship,
A knife slicing through hearts.
Farewell, a rehearsal, before the final fall,
And journey in the hearse.
The grim reaper’s girdle, thrown upon
Unsuspecting skywalkers, dragging them to earth,
For the reaper to reap his harvest of Time.
For the storm of separation to come by and scatter,
What days of dreams had taken to build.
In the eternally branching Tree of Time,
We lived, as birds on bonding branches.
Friends of a feather, we rejected feathers,
For fear that flying might fall out in farewell.
Ambition, competition and the illusion of success,
Strike us as apples from the tree,
And yet the firm roots of gravity, keep us, strong in memories.
A knife slicing through hearts.
Farewell, a rehearsal, before the final fall,
And journey in the hearse.
The grim reaper’s girdle, thrown upon
Unsuspecting skywalkers, dragging them to earth,
For the reaper to reap his harvest of Time.
For the storm of separation to come by and scatter,
What days of dreams had taken to build.
In the eternally branching Tree of Time,
We lived, as birds on bonding branches.
Friends of a feather, we rejected feathers,
For fear that flying might fall out in farewell.
Ambition, competition and the illusion of success,
Strike us as apples from the tree,
And yet the firm roots of gravity, keep us, strong in memories.
English translation does take some sheen off the beauty of the original in Tamil. It's the unsaid farewells,that hurt the most.
ReplyDeleteIt does, doesn't it? Thought so too.
ReplyDeleteYour well of creativity dried up? Would you like some inspiration? Ferrero Rocher, perhaps?
ReplyDeleteHahaha. Sure.
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