The Fragrant Face of the Rainbow
The prehistoric days I miss.
There is sweetness in my body.
The heaven and the earth are but shadows.
Nay! It isn’t the sun that illuminates things;
My soul has great many eyes
That make tomorrow as transparent as yesterday.
Above the vault of heaven there exist
Great many giant cities of joy,
And each giant seems like another one of my own,
Dissolving my loneliness and sadness.
However, every death is a sunrise
That makes the oblivion of night bloom the asagumoes,
The fragrant face of the golden rainbow
Which makes the heavens fully drunk.
(Translated by Manu Mangattu- Assistant Professor, Department of English, St George College Aruvithura, India)
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