Life's Accumulation

In my autumn mornings with shiuli blossoms,
all the love I gather and place in your hands—
do you take it with your own?
When I light my prayer lamp with tender care,
gazing at your face with unwavering eyes,
beloved, can you see?

In my spring with flame trees ablaze,
in the Holi dawn of your two eyes,
my heart sways in such joy;
in my moonlit nights when my heart yearns open,
longing to receive all that you might give—
do you ever tend to that longing?

When I wear my garland of days,
swaying with it through birth and death,
do you smile then, watching this face?
All life's hoard of sorrow and happiness
I offer up to your hands, forgetting triumph—
do you love me then?