The days pass by

The days pass by
With the quivering Sun on the leaves
And the tinkling of the spoons in the cups
With many a domestic tale
Like the last farewell of the spring
The days pass by with soft footfall.

Accepting the warm love heartily
From the one who came offering it silently
With the huff of the lover, who was
Refused many a time earlier
The days pass by like the far-going birds
Leaving me all alone.

Ever moving from moment to moment
From every point, time remains indivisible
Like the unending waves of the sea;
With the quivering Sun on the leaves
With many a domestic tale
The days pass by to come back again
With soft footfall.

The golden dust of the time remains
With the air, in the sky, with the breath,
Whether it’s me or whoever else that lives,
It comes back among the golden ripe paddies
And the undulating grass.