365bet娱乐

By S. K. DAS
(Translated by L. N. Sahu from the original poem in Oriya)

[Champu鈥揳 harmonious blend of lyric and song鈥揻orms a substantial part of Oriya literature, and was introduced by Kavisurya鈥揳 poet born in 1789 A. D. Few readers can fail to observe the natural sweetness of the verse picked up from the poet鈥檚 Sangit Kalpalata, the single-hearted straight-forwardness of thought, and, not less, the fancy and the poetic passion which characterised Oriya poetry of those times.]

Why dost thou blow thy trumpet thus aloud!
Thou hast not earned a jot of the softer wealth of my Love, O Cloud!

See鈥檚t thou the girdle of pearls that adorn my Love鈥檚 breast?
Alas! with what sense dost thou garland the rugged mountain鈥檚 crest
With dewy drops, O Cloud?
Why dost thou blow thy trumpet thus aloud?

Is there a one on earth, or in a world below, or in a heaven above,
That can match the movements of the frolicsome brow of my young Love?
The rainbow thou dost flaunt
Is but an empty vaunt,
Then O Cloud
Why dost thou blow thy trumpet thus aloud?

Why dost thou brag and bluster?
Thy solace is but the lightning鈥檚 sport?
Behold her thou a little her frail frame鈥檚 lustre
From beneath her blue clothes鈥� cluster!
Then, O Cloud,
Why dost thou blow thy trumpet thus aloud?

Hitchest thou thy hope on heavy hails?
But that also fails;
See鈥檚t thou not the lovely trails

On her lips that her half-blown smile regales?
Then, why, O Cloud,
Dost thou blow thy trumpet thus aloud?

Think鈥檚t thou there鈥檚 none thy glossy dark to surpass?
Ah, can it be lovelier than the sapphire chamar, the braid of my Love, my lass?
Then, why O Cloud,
Dost thou blow thy trumpet thus aloud?
Wherefore hast thou such pride that thou art cool?

Sayeth Balukesh, the Raja of Saran,
Hast not thou heard of the virtues of my Love, my soul?
Then, why, O Cloud;
Dost thou blow thy trumpet thus aloud?