I am a fallen bakul blossom,
last night I dropped away—
suddenly, when
those distant stars in the sky
whispered secrets
into my ear.
The dew had caressed
someone's tender touch
upon my cheek.
When my heart went wandering
lost in someone's
forgotten memory
into the unknown—
then, suddenly
came a drunken wind
in wild turbulence, and
I fell away.
O flowers, O
unfallen bakul blossoms on the tree,
do you know—
I too was once
just like you?
In the southern wind's touch and tremor
my heart would sway and dance.
To the humming of bees
I too responded
for many, many days.
My life too was filled
with laughter once, with song and
brimming joy; just as
yours is now.
Today I have died.
Been expelled from your
assembly of joy.
This morning, someone
came. Gathered up
some of you and took you away.
Perhaps with tender care
they'll weave you into garlands—place you
around a beloved's neck.
You will perhaps remain
as the silent, secret history
of some unspoken love's union;
and your birth will be fulfilled.
Ah, blessed is your life!
And I—
trampled, neglected.
I bloomed for a moment,
in a moment was lost;
escaping everyone's notice
I lie hidden in the grass—
I am a fallen bakul blossom
forever overlooked.