What Her Girl Friend Said, the Lover within Earshot, behind a Fence -

Narrinai 63

On the new sand
where fishermen,
their big nets
ripped apart by an angry sea,
dry their great hauls of fish

in a humming neighborhood
of meat smells,

a laurel tree blossoms
all at once in bright clusters
fragrant as a festival,

but this unfair town
is noisy with gossip.

And what with an unfair Mother too
keeping strict watch over us,

will our love just perish here
in sallow patches,

this love for our man
of the seashore

where petals
loosened by the traffic of birds
mix with the mud of the backwaters,

where the big-maned chariot horses galloping there
are washed clean
by the waves of the sea?
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