O the nameless eternal child
you have come across unknown lands,
what ornaments of name you have put on!
What a prison it is for the chainless!

Tell me, by what name I'll call you again to my heart's content,
you lost your way from this home
where you lived, where you do come back over and over again losing your own name.

O my sweet dear,
you are the radiant pearl of my dark
home
filling the hungry home with little butter your tiny hand has brought.

That today in intimate happiness
a sea of wailing swells up in my bosom
to call you by a new name,
who is there to stop my voice
my mind, too, utterly dejected.

You came from settling down, O traveller stepping towards rising up.
© Taniya