Names of days
have become ruins of antiquity
We can give them new names
by flinging up new words
from the warehouse of language
have become ruins of antiquity
We can give them new names
by flinging up new words
from the warehouse of language
Week, month, year
all such calculations too will go obsolete
Even day
all such calculations too will go obsolete
Even day
Instead
We shall name a day Cuckoo’s Call
We shall name a day Scattering of Snow
We shall name a day Stone’s Softening
We shall name a day Mountain Peak
We shall name a day Crescent Moon
We shall name a day Cuckoo’s Call
We shall name a day Scattering of Snow
We shall name a day Stone’s Softening
We shall name a day Mountain Peak
We shall name a day Crescent Moon
Each unlike the other, each unlike the other
So many days
So many days
We shall name some days
Devil’s Scream
Fool’s Grunt
Corpse’s Stench
And get past them easily
Devil’s Scream
Fool’s Grunt
Corpse’s Stench
And get past them easily
(Taken from Songs of a Coward: Poems of Exile, Perumal Murugan, translated from Tamil by Aniruddhan Vasudevan)
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