By Parijat
My Love! Today is a day-off!
Won’t you turn your profound eyes to me
Following whose manifestations
I wish to land on the shore of life.
My love! Today is a day of submission!
Won’t you garland me
With a wreath of tear-drops?
On the fragrance of their multi-folds
I wish to annihilate myself.
My love! Today I renounced my life
Won’t you bless me
With a fragile thread of remembrance?
Clinging on it
I wish to take my last breath.
My love! Is today a day-off?
[Trans: Raj Kumar Baral]
[Parijat (1936-1993) is a writer of high repute. Born and brought up in Darjeeling of India, she moved to Nepal during her youthful days and stared writing. Influenced by Marxist and existentialist ideas, her writings deal with women’s psychology and the plight of the downtrodden. Besides many novels of repute including the world-famous Sirisko Phool, Mahattaheen and Salgika Balatkrit Aansu, she has written many stories and poems and a few songs.]