Wednesday, November 6, 2024

THE MOVING JASMIN

 


                                                                                

               

                            Every passing moment

                  Strikes like a bludgeoning stroke;

                  Despair pervades the heart

                  Like misty smoke;

                  The swan of life

                  Spouting her blood out

                  Flutters her wings every moment

                  As if to leave the body and fly out;

                  Like the flogging strokes of lightning

                  Like piercing swords of fire

                  Like the stinging bite of serpents

                  The patients feel their inmost pain

                  Dragging heavily the burden of life;

                  Their groans fall like rain

                  Like lashing showers, their cries are heard;

                  Silence hurled away

                  Cut down from the sky above;

                  This is an abode of unrest;

                  Agony pours down from everywhere;

  

                 You seem like a ray of light

                 Your heart is like a picture

                 Exuding sweet perfume;

                 Your life is a sweet, sonorous poem;

                 No tedium on your face;

                With an unfading smile

                Moving briskly like a top

                You offer help and care

                Moving from bed to bed

               Without feeling any discomfort;

               Even the most unbearable stench

               You endure, breathing out

               Sweet perfume like a Jasmin;

               Dressed in white you shine like moonlight;

              With mercy in your eyes

              With sympathy in your words

              With tender feelings in your heart;

              With a benign healing touch

              You give hope to everyone;

              You give them a new taste for life

              And add glowing colors of a rainbow

              To their golden dreams of tomorrow;

              Whenever the patients behold you

              They feel endued with new life;

              You make them forget

              The despair of yesterday for the rosy tomorrow;

              Like sweet-coated bitter drugs

             With soothing words

             You make them forget

             The prick of your needle;

             You are a candle that burns at both ends;

             To burn and give light is your nature;

             To live for others is your motto;

             Oh, Sister! When I see you

             I recall the sweet-smelling Jasmin

            The white flower of light

            That gives comfort and hope to all.

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In Telugu original: A. Surya Prakash           

                     Title : Kadile Malle

Translated by : G.Somaseshu            6th November 2024

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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