THE MOUNTAINS HAVE TURNED RED

by CHANDANI SHAH

FROM ISSUE # 67 (July 2001) | IN THIS ISSUE
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The Himalayas are red again, look at the east, the sun is coming.
The cold surface of the lake is touched by warmth, look, the mist is rising.
Love has touched my love, love is rising.

The hot summer breeze plays, touching, cooling.
The pine forest sways, I feel like watching.
I wish to hold this love and sit wondering.

After each range, the hills are fainter,
I view the wonders of nature, I sit staring.
I take glimpses of love, I hold them in my memory, selecting.

On the blue sky, dark clouds are moving, gathering.
In the green fields the river is weaving, reflecting.
I take the love I have gathered in this life, before death, and I am nursing.

Text and translation by Pallav Ranjan, Spiny Babbler