It’s been a long while since I’ve gone to Sara,
haven’t been able to answer Sara’s call, and yet
one night’s memory remains,
the memory of one coupling.
At the peak of that coupling, when a man forgets the world,
I looked into Sara’s eyes
and said, I love you.
When distrust and her clever eyelids flickered,
I corrected myself, changed my words.
No, I love the coupling, your coupling.
The coupling that our fathers, our grandfathers, our great-grandfathers,
dreamed of and died dreaming of, for a thousand years.
Once that coupling found its fulfilment, only then did I fall in love with Sara.
I am no god, at most a Vishwamitra.
It’s been a long while since I’ve gone to Sara,
haven’t been able to answer Sara’s call, and yet
one night’s memory remains,
the memory of one coupling.
The memory of one epic coupling.
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