The games are over in this room,
Time now to close the door.
By this arrhythmic end of day
You who had existed unseen
In the innermost core of life,
Now come back and stand.
For a moment's intense flash
I glimpse with awakened eyes,
I identify as the very last vestige of this play
Whatever you have left behind, whatever
you have reserved as the ultimate gain.
An intimate meeting has not satiated mine eyes,
Hence I think at the back of my mind :
In the episode of a separation at a distant horizon
Plenitude will reveal itself through the rays of the setting sun.
I wonder whether I shall be able to understand
following the contours of the Annihilation
In their light and shade
The reason for this coming and going,
The reason of acquiring all this for the sake of losing.
I ignore whether you, poet and artist, by chance
Will paint with fresh colours the smudged picture of this day.
[ navajatak, "The New-born", 1940]