On the banks of the river Shipra
 Far far away in that land of dreams
 To seek the first love of my former life.
 She had lodhra* powder on her face
 A lotus she playfully held in her hand
 She stuck buds of kunda in her ears
 And kurubak flower in her hair
 Her slim body she dressed in red
 With a knot at her waist
 Anklets gently jingled on her feet.
 It was on a day in spring
 To find my way I had to travel long
 In that unknown land.
 In the temple of Mahakal
 The evening prayer bell rang
 The crowded roads were now empty
 The dusk was falling
 And the rooftops were glowing
 With the rays of setting sun.
 My beloved’s home
 On a lonely narrow serpentine street
 Was difficult to reach.
 On the door was painted
 A conchshell and a discus
 On either side of its entrance
 Grew two young mango trees
 Like two beloved sons
 On a white pillar at the gate
 The statue of a lion stood.
 Her pigeons had returned home
 And on a golden bar
 Her peacock had gone to sleep
 With a lamp in her hand
 My Malabika slowly came down.
 She descended the stairs like a goddess
 Holding an evening star in her hand.
 The scent of flowers and her body
 Fell on me like warm breaths
 Her half-slipped dress
 Revealed her left breast
 Painted in chandan paste.
 Seeing me my beloved
 Put down the lamp on the stairs
 And stood before me.
 She held my hand
 And silently asked with her anxious eyes,
 ‘How are you, my friend?’
 Looking at her I tried to reply
 But no words came.
 I had forgotten her language
 Both of us tried hard
 But failed to remember our names.
 Only silent tears
 Trickled down our eyes.
 Sitting under the tree
 We thought and thought
 As a bird seeks its nest at the day’s end
 Her hands sought mine
 Like a lotus bending on its stem
 She slowly bent her head on my breast
 And our warm eager breaths
 Silently mingled.
 In the darkness of night
 Ujjaini was lost
 At the gate
 The lamp went out
 In the temple
 On the banks of Shipra
 The prayers stopped.
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The End
And that’s the End of the Poem
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