Hiran Bansode
She, the river,
Said to him, the sea:
All my life
I've been dissolving myself
and flowing towards you
for your sake
in the end it was I
who turned into the sea
a woman's gift
is always like the sky
but you went on
worshipping yourself
you never thought
of becoming a river
and merging
with me.
Hiran Bansode, Woman, Translated from Marathi to English by Vinay Dharwadker, Indian Love Poems, Edited by Meena Alexander, Everyman's Library, 2005, p.138.
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