SUJATA PRIYAMBADA
From the roof of the
Smoke rises and whirls,
Resembling
A heard of white yaks
Storming up the
Tortured brown hills.
Only this one more night,
Only this one more stream;
Keep me from you,
O Threshold of Compassion!
O Exalted One,
O Enlightened One,
O Perfected one,
Never will I forsake
The imprint of your footstep!
No, never! never!
–Translated by
Acharya Shantibhadra from original Bengali