Golden Bollywood

acryl sur papier

30 x 40 cm, CHF 400.-

2010

He left me, and himself he departed;

What fault was there in me ?

Neither at night nor in the day 

do I sleep in peace;

My eyes pour out tears !

Sharper than swords 

and spears are the arrows of love!

There is no one as cruel as love;

This malady no physician can cure.

 

There is no peace, not for a moment,

So intense is the pain of separation

O Bullah, if the Lord were to shower

His grace, my days would radically change!

He left me, and himself he departed.

What fault was there in me ?

 

Chulbul Pandey