O hide not, hide not,
That I know your presence.
I see your smile,
Though tears are filled.
Your steps in melodies,
Mine ears heard them alone.
Glances you cast in breeze,
Fell in my heart for ages.
Come out in this moonlight,
Or await me in your grave.
Death won’t dare to hold me back,
For he is familiar with love
It may be sun or rain,
I move to the brothel.
A hut it’s but a paradise.
Two rooms;a bed and a fireplace.
Bed sheets are clean as herself.
She adores a goddess beautiful.
I get inside and she closes the the door,
Then an embrace and tears too.
Embraces she sells for price,
But that tears she lends me alone.
She was weeping wetting my chest;
“My parents were no more.” she said once.
I guessed it was the reason for all.
Bundle of medicines I bought for her,
Took her to the doctor; he asked:
Who was she to me, the bond!
I nodded twice, said, “My friend”.
A glow in her eyes I saw
“Was it true?” on the way back she asked.
That evening my chest was fully wet.
Her tears, I was afraid, would make a stain.
Someone knocked, “I am not well”,
She went and said, footsteps away.
“You need a rest”, I kissed her forehead,
And sat beside her, how she smiled!
“Why don’t you leave me?” she asked.
“I shall pay,” said I, “for sitting beside”.
When she slept I prayed for her.
Her face was calm and no trace of sin,
But I heard the whispering; “a friend… a friend”.
When the night blooms started smelling
Fell down the gown she wore on beauty
As the full moon leaves the wanton cloud
Slipped into her feet and there rested
Stuck on the steep way meeting the breast
Now round the waist delayed the mantle
Hiding the reflecting toe nails at the end
Lady Nature! Revealed in this golden light
Darkened by knelt down daily prayers
Her knees, the rocks stood for holy spots
Hands like lightnings hair few clouds
Can see a dream filled lake that waves
And those marble towers built high
Besides Greek womanish statues smiled
Daring shadows filled in their glorious lap
Behind her the lover stood, his face buried
To her hair, hands as tightened girdle
She is now but a black spotted real moon
Ever creeping reality on beauty and fancy
She is laid on the ground facing the sky
And his long shadow falls on her body’s light
The wanton clouds are again hiding the moon