The seed, dying,
promised the crop
The little flower, withering,
promised the fruit, with a smile,
The forest, burning,
promised the conflagration
The sunset, shaking hands,
promised the sunrise
Immortality is beautiful.
Embracing time, it
promised a new world.
My translation of the Telugu poem 'amaratvam' by K.G. Satyamurthy ('Sivasagar'), from his collection of poetry 'Sivasagar Kavitvam'.
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