आजि गोधूलि

Today at this hour of the dusk, beneath these overcast skies
I count in my heart the steps of His feet –
“He will come”, so says my mind throughout the day,
And these eyes well up in causeless joy.

This sash of His, fluttering in the restless wind;
Is this His touch offered from but a distance?
“He will come”, so says my mind,
Down a whiff of air fragrant with Rajanigandhā[i].
Anxious are these vines of Mālatī[ii],
Her heart’s content she hasn’t exhausted.
What’s this whispering ‘cross the forests today –
I know not what message have they,
The ānchal quivers o’er the breasts of the Diganganā[iii] –
“He will come”, so says my mind.