Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Meghaduta

    'Asalaamalaikum, kind Cloud Sahib!
                I, victim of an unkind sentence,
    am missing my frisky girl these nine months,
                and wish to get a message to her
    in Alakanagari where she lies sleepless
                on a bed drenched in moonbeams
    reflected from the sickle brow of
                Shiva meditating in the wilderness.'
Check out 'Dear frisky' by Alex Cumberbatch.

2 Comments:

At 11:25 AM, Blogger www.gypsynan.blogspot.com said...

slightly clumsy translation, no? By the way, who do you recommend for good translations of Sanskrit poetry, or good anthologies?

 
At 11:32 AM, Anonymous Anand said...

That wasn't any translation, gypsynan. It's Alex's own poem. This post by Sunil might lead to you to some good translations/anthologies.

 

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