All English Sonnets
WHEN I HEARD A DOGRI SONG OF DATTA RAM
What haunting melody, ah! tell O bard!
In measured tones you master – like recite,
With love embellished symbols, disregard
Unfettered syllables; in pure delight,
And hurl them at my numbness. Then my blues
Are scattered to the winds, where they fall
They remove apprehension, subterfuge
And so disposed they leave me in a thrall?
Thus, all excited, breathless, I eschew,
The clichés old and unaccustomed gasp
In new environment and ideas new,
But all the same I understand and grasp.
And what I say is simple, well – conveyed,
Like “Dattu” says Viyogi, “It is said”.