Fly on, collection of dreams

 
Imagine, there was such a world, where you and I, and no one else.
A separate world. A world for just the two of us.


Right at the heart of that world we'd have our little hut.
The sun's golden throat would be our evening lamp!


When night fell, you'd reach up and touch the dangling moon
and with a gentle tap, mark a vermillion dot right here on my forehead!
Can you imagine what that would be like?


All the stars scattered across the sky—small, large, middling bodies…
If they all became embroidered patterns woven into the border of my sari…
Tell me truly, what would that be like?


If Kanchenjunga's peak became the bridge of my nose,
if all the ocean's waters became our lotus pond,
sitting by that pond's edge we'd chew betel leaves together, and
grow old together! Just think,
how blessed must one be to have all this in a single lifetime!


I'd decorate our dressing room with all the forest's green,
keep some hillocks right there in the courtyard for evening light,
and every dusk we'd lose ourselves in stories, old man and old woman!
My tales wouldn't run dry even in several ages…
Tell me, wouldn't that be wonderful?


Every morning you'd steal the whole sky's rainbow
to mark vermillion in my hair's red parting,
and whenever I wished
I'd take that red and smear it on your cheeks!


Like this, in laughter and song, millions of years would turn!
One day suddenly, some little ones would fill our home!
In our broken house, happiness would spill handful by handful in moonlight!


Our children would be countless…placing in their hands
all responsibility for that world,
we two would return to search for this world again!


Such a world would be wonderful indeed!
For a while we'd forget sorrow and live well,
keeping all that world's happiness in our hearts
we'd set this world right, just a little!