{"id":2304,"date":"2013-07-13T01:40:43","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:40:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=2304"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:40:43","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:40:43","slug":"54-andal-to-the-cuckoo-vol-05-translations","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/01-works-of-sri-aurobindo\/03-cwsa\/05-translations\/54-andal-to-the-cuckoo-vol-05-translations","title":{"rendered":"-54_Andal – To the Cuckoo.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\nTo the Cuckoo <\/font><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nO Cuckoo that peckest at the blossomed flower of honey
\ndripping champaka and, inebriate, pipest forth the melodious notes, be seated in thy ease and with thy babblings, which are
\nyet no babblings, call out for the coming of my Lord of the Venkata hill. For He, the pure one, bearing in his left hand the
\nwhite summoning conch shows me not his form. But He has invaded my heart; and while I pine and sigh for his love, He
\nlooks on indifferent as if it were all a play. <\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nI feel as if my bones had melted away and my long javelin
\neyes have not closed their lids for these many days. I am tossed on the waves of the sea of pain without finding the boat that is
\nnamed the Lord of the highest realm. Even thou must know, O Cuckoo, the pain we feel when we are parted from those whom
\nwe love. He whose pennon bears the emblem of the golden eagle, call out for his coming, O bird.
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nI am a slave of Him whose stride has measured the worlds. And now because He is harsh to me, how strange that this south
\nwind and these moonbeams should tear my flesh, enfeebling me. But thou, O Cuckoo, that ever livest in this garden of mine, it
\nis not meet that thou shouldst pain me also. Indeed I shall drive thee out if He who reposes on the waters of life come not to me
\nby thy songs today.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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