A Rather Long Short Story Continued up to Chapter 7. but not completed

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Song of the Courtesan Translation of the lyric in the dance sequence of the Royal Court-dancer

The Song of the Courtesan

Translation of the lyric in the Dance sequence of the Royal Court-Dancer

When under the expanse of the deep blue sky

The night overwhelms the day

In her wild embrace, here where I stay,

The little bird nestling in my heart

Leaves its shelter and soars high.

I am lost to myself all these days.

Whenever a flower smiles in the breeze

The fragrance of love comes wafted to me on the wings of the wind

And I pine sweetly in the languid flame of love.

With every wild beat of the heart I whirl,

 and sink deep in the vortex of this fateful passion.

Memories flood and the deluge sweeps me off my feet .

It’s a river out of bounds and my moorings are gone.

But now I have begun to feel

Something stirring in the air.

The fading light of the day whispers its message to me.

It whispers and says, “ A strange new moon is going to come; hold your breath and wait.

His eyes have the light which will seek you out.”

Ever since I heard the message in the wind, I’ve been listening for the sign of my moon.

The single leaf that trembles in the wind

Sends a shiver, down all my being.

 Startled, I look up and search down the path that may bring him to me,

That may bring him to me.

Translation of the lyrics in the two classical dance-sequences The Melody of Rocks

The Melody of Rocks

It's me who lives in your heart

It's me who you hold in your arms

Here on this earth and there in heaven--

I know, none dwells there but you and I.

Let's we too vanish; and let there be none.

The light of the dawn and the light in your eyes

Is none but me. 

Open your eyes and  the little image shining  in the iris will be me.

I am the language of all that is true.

Your chisel knows how to translate me

  into a sculpted image in stone.

This evening wavering between twilight and dark

is drunk with love . Listen, it's calling you, my love.

These are the rocks you see before your eyes

standing abandoned in the wilderness  of hills.

Bring them to life with the chisel in your hand. 

Let the sculptor's. hand touch them and make them speak, 

and write his lyrics 

on the dark surfaces of their stony hearts,.

seek out their language,

and then, the wilderness will wake up and sing to the forest 

the melody of rocks.

Desert Storm

Desert Storm

My heart, listen,

listen to the voices of the desert  storm;

listen to me when you hear

nothing but the voice of discord and noise all around

You will hear then

the voice of our soul speaking to you.

It will have something to say.

Restless and anguished,

when you search the hours of sleep

and the heart is tired,

I bring you the message of the mountain breeze:

and when I do, I want you to listen.

When you sink in sadness

and know not from which dark forest the pain comes,

in that dark hour of night I am there

like the bright ray

of the light of dawn 

to your sky

with the blossoms of the new season.

Where the flame of the desert sears the sky

and the little bird thirsts 

for a drop of water

I bring rains

to the barren plains.

When the life is humbled 

by the hot desert storms

and a day comes when

the whole cosmos seems to burn

remember on that day that I will surely come

as the flower of that night..