Many times waking up
on a sable midnight
I have kept watching crystal clear dark.
This melt light of numerous stars
reposing on the Earth’s back
evokes as essence, conscious existence.
It flutter like a vast fabric
between the sky and the Earth’s crust.
Its silken flapping touches
brushes against me.
I have often sensed this darkness on the Earth
gently murmuring like an air current
at the core of dense forest rapture.
This dark is but a fabric
woven from the sky’s star threads
and the Earth’s needle sharp grass blades.
often I have seen at the dead of night
that stars stoop down to the Earth.
Oh ! so many drop and get pierced
by the pointed grass blades
and turn into threaded pearls to quaff solar light
that others at morn call the dew of dawn.
And I have seen the grass-blades
shoot upwards and take root
on the sky’s back
(Earthly plants in the sky!)
to turn into star-fields
I have seen many
a ripening ear of stars-
and I have seen forming
within me a horizon
of soil and light
tinged green and luminous.
I have seen
myself bodiless in the dark
a subtle, sensitive medium –
a transmission tower
up at the outskirts perhaps?
Then deep inside
I have sensed something:
the sky and the Earth somewhere
I am a planet of grass and stars
as if I reside right in the midst
of grass and stars
I am stuffed full
of grass and stars!
-Original poem in Gujarati by ‘Ushanas’
(c) Translated by Pradip Khandwalla