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THE FIRST MELODY
There was I and probably you as well
And an infinite silent
stillness.
Brittle like a dry, parched leaf,
Gritty like sands on a
seashore
But that’s a tale of rehistoric times.
At a road crossing I called out to you
And you answered my
call,
And in the winds’ throat there was a quiver
And particles of
earth wre animated
And the waters of brooks hummed in a
melody
Branches of trees grew a trifle tense,
There was stirring in
the leaves,
A little bud twinkled an eye,
And a bird fluffed out its
feathers
That was the first song that the ears heard.
The septet of the lute came much later.
Translated
by Pritish Nandi
Source: yugantar
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