In the dark night
The storm was raging ;
And so did one
In the depths of Vasavdatta’s
heart .
For , at the yonder end of
The bridge ,
-
Which like her heaving
Bosom,
Swayed over Sipra’s
Turbulent waters ;
Her lover stood in wait ,
Singing a tune
On his melodious flute ,
That made the restless night
Still more .
Hasten Vasavdatta ,
The time was running short ;
And with gentle steps
Thru the courtyard
And the guard less gates
She made her way –
Though her hair hung loose
And the cheeks were smeared
With kajal .
Oh , such a terrible night !
She shivered in the
Clatter of rain –
Plodding her way
Through the flooded streets ,
She came to the outskirt
Of town ;
“ I am coming to thee ,
My love “ , cried she ,
“ Play no more the tune
That drives me wild “ .
But lo ! what strikes her feet ?
Holding her breath ,
In lightning’s wake,
Saw Vasavdatta ,
A smiling face !
“ Who you ? “, spoke she ,
“ In this dreadful night
And with what delight ,
Are lying on the ground ? “
Slipped words
From the stranger’s tongue ,
“ I am Upagupta
The Sadhu ,
Who has made a shelter ,
Of star-studded sky ,
And usually finds
A bed of grass
To rest a dreamless night “ .
“ Forgive me , O Sadhu ,
For touching thee with
My feet “ ,
Begged she ,
“ And for the night ,
You my guest be “ .
“ Not tonight
Vasavdatta .
He who waits for you ,
Shall have his time ,
But I promise you
To come sometime ,
Farewell till then “ .
And the time fled swift ;
For one full moon night ,
As a gentle breeze blew
On Sipra’s waters ,
Walked Upagupta
Across the bridge .
And on the same spot ,
Where they first met ,
Found he Vasavdatta ,
Ailing to death .
Whispered he to her ,
“ Look Vasavdatta ,
I have kept my promise “ .
“ Touch me not
My Lord ,
Touch not this leper ;
My sins must take their toll ,
The disease is deadly
And my hour is come “ .
“ And so has mine “ ,
The Sadhu spoke ,
“ I have promised you
Vasavdatta ,
And so shall this be
Our night “ .
“ The stars are twinkling
The bells are ringing
The fragrance floats
On the westerly wind.
The heaven is whispering
To the earth below ,
As I play the
flute
You join me with the song ,
This is our night.
Our last night “ .
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10 Aug 1970
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Hindi Transliteration ( dt 23 July 2019 ) at :
https://poemshn.blogspot.com/2019/07/vasavdatta.html
Gujarati ( dt 24 Sept 2019 ) at :
https://hcpspoems.blogspot.com/2019/09/blog-post.html
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10 Aug 1970
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Hindi Transliteration ( dt 23 July 2019 ) at :
https://poemshn.blogspot.com/2019/07/vasavdatta.html
Gujarati ( dt 24 Sept 2019 ) at :
https://hcpspoems.blogspot.com/2019/09/blog-post.html
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