The Music of Hindostan c11.150

c11.150

(The translation of ‘Dukhera beshe’, by Upendrakisor Ray.)—Though thou comest in the garb of war, yet shall I not fear thee; rather shall I hold thee tight to the place where it hurts. Though thou hidest thy face in darkness, yet shall I know thee. If thou comest as Death I shall clasp thy feet and die. In whatever manner thou showest thyself to me, I shall not fear thee. Tears fall from my eyes to-day: let the tears fall from my eyes. My hurt aches in thy hard embrace: let it ache. Let that pain tell me thou hast me held to thy breast. Nothing shall I want, nothing shall I say, but simply keep my gaze fixed on thy face. Tears fall from my eyes to-day: let the tears fall from my eyes.