The song and the singer (tr.Anu Bodla)

వారాల ఆనంద్ కవితలు 

The song and the singer

 

Immense anguish

Wooden seat

Four wheels

To run or to walk

Only on seat of wheels

Hands turn out to be                        

The oars of the canoe

And lead him

In the stream of people

The wheels like eyes

Become the sails

 And show him the way

In the midst of

Terrible noisy traffic

Looking this way and that

The handcart halts

Anchoring on the road side

A song soaked in sorrow

Like wide waves

Spreads all over there

Neither charm in the tone

Nor note in the tune

Some feature that aims

And touches the heart

Fills life in the song

Languages one or two

Or two together    

Song spreads like a stream 

Hunger or heartache

Or tambourine jingles of

Life’s struggle

Entire heart is perturbed

Time never stops

In the midst of hectic world

Same with the song  

Not only the tone

Still the heart goes dry

With no halt

For even a second

The roads are running

The song

Set in the wild

For the singer

It dawned in the desert