NEW YEAR
Seeing the wind that chases
March away
And the sun that clambers ups
the hill
I know the New Year has arrived.
Seeing the nightingale flit to
and fro
And the buds of the bottlebrush
I presume a New Day has arrived.
But, seeing the mason wasps
return
Lazily back to their same old
nests
In the sooty ceiling of my abode,
How the mind gathers old dreams!
‘Tis then I feel like painting
The entire nature afresh!
Translated by : padma devkota
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