No Rush

Now I have endless leisure.
Now all my time has come to a complete halt, stopped at a single 'you.'

Now I have no hurry to call this 'you' of mine my own intimate 'you.'
Now I have no hurry to return to anyone at day's end.
Now I have no hurry to be caught in the spell of someone's words.
Now I have no hurry to be shattered by someone's illness.
Now I have no hurry to fall asleep while waiting for someone.
Now I have no hurry to drown in tears from someone's neglect.
Now I have no hurry to hear my own fabricated praises from someone's lips.
Now I have no hurry to exhaust anyone with my personal pettiness.
Now I have no hurry to become restless and foolish for no reason.
Now I have no hurry to fight needlessly and bind someone even closer in affection.
Now I have no hurry to watch someone grow accustomed to my madness, little by little, each day.
Now I have no hurry to have someone near when melancholy strikes.
Now I have no hurry to present myself before anyone in that black sari.
Now I have no hurry to want to see someone in a white shirt.
Now I have no hurry to become an insomniac trying to stay awake with someone every night.
Now I have no hurry to write something foolish, thinking someone is entirely mine.
Now I have no hurry to ruin everything all day long, waiting for someone's call.
Now I have no hurry to make myself a little more endearing to someone.
Now I have no hurry to be even more enchanted seeing someone's pencil portrait.
Now I have no hurry to ask forgiveness countless times from someone after a thousand mistakes.
Now I have no hurry to rush to someone, managing all obstacles and troubles.
Now I have no hurry to find a world of happiness in even a moment with someone.
Now I have no hurry to prove myself once more before someone.
Now I have no hurry to abandon everything at someone's door and flee for a lifetime.
Now I have no hurry to spend life's good moments with someone.
Now I have no hurry to lose myself daily in the intoxication of loving someone.
Now I have no hurry to shake off all my hesitations and doubts in someone's shelter.
Now I have no hurry to become the most precious person in someone's eyes.
Now I have no hurry to cry out loud and weep my heart out for someone.
Now I have no hurry to love someone infinitely, in infinite ways.

Now I have no hurry at all to give those simple explanations—
that I love someone, love them terribly, love them more than myself!
Today, even within all my scattered moments of leisure, there is one unbroken leisure!
Truly, today I have no hurry at all.