The rivers are solidifying
the mountains are flowing
open the doors wide…
This is not the time of the rising sun
this is the hour of the blazing sun
it's difficult to keep the eyes closed
There are only whilrwinds and storms here
and no breezes or drizzles
You won't hear the tinkle of the anklets now
or the sitar music of gentle breezes
There's only an endless roll of drums
for now, they might be diverse voices
so what? They're all defiant voices!
Friend!
Now, here
the waves are crossing the shore
open the doors wide…
they'll flow into you
or they'll cross you too.
My translation of the Telugu poem 'talupulu bArlA teru…' (from the 1996 collection of Dalit poetry 'padunekkina pATa') by Jugash Vili.
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