The secrets piled up,
the tales aplenty untold _
in the countenance concealed
blended in fire
as darkness embedded in the ocean.
In the wings of a bird that surfaces from
the sea wherein your all merciful smile
there seeps a cinder.
the black warriors sleep in the air.
With dark clouds melting and dissolving in the soil
the seeds burst.
In the spot which exploding, melted
popped up a plant
The world writhed and twisted
with your oceanic quiet
filled with the fragrance of smouldering fire.
Your hand waving infinitely
and the ocean-frozen live smile
would prick as thorn
till the very end of this world.
Translation: Latha Ramakirishnan