Light and Shadow's Entreaty

Beloved evening, why do I fall in love with you so easily?
Is my blood then truly intoxicated...in your love?
Or am I simply bewitched in your spell alone?
What do I know, why I love you with such effortless grace!
Oh, listen—I am morning speaking!
Having loved some falling evening with fearless heart, I have become morning today.

Evening, have you ever seen autumn-white clouds?
Or the blue, gentle sky?
Have you ever seen...fistfuls of red powder at Holi?
Or rows of red hills in the red earth?
Have you ever heard...the waves' revelry in the blue sea?
Or the flood of water beneath the shiuli trees?
You've heard nothing at all?
Seen nothing at all?

Then surely you haven't seen how the entire morning gets scattered
in evening's fierce storm!
You haven't heard at all how morning races from over there
in evening's passionate pull of love! Ah, those few living epics!

Evening, what would you become if you met morning?
Would you bloom as a perfect rose even in muddy filth?
Or become those first twenty-one years lost to mistaken love?
Tell me, what would you be? Would you become the kohl-dark eyes of a Krishna-bud?
Or simply become the loose hair-flower of that ordinary girl?
Would you be the carefully hidden happiness tucked in the chest?
Or become the rib-breaking, pain-blooming terrible sickness?

What will you become, evening...tell me?
What's that you say! Don't you know even that?
Then surely you won't accept my small intrusion into your crimson glow!
The beauty of morning's endangered eyes on evening's melancholy lips...oh, you cannot become even that!
Still, knowing and understanding everything, why do I fall in love with you so easily?
Beloved evening! Can you hear? I am your morning speaking!