Kyon Hawa

Spoken by Yash Copra
One early morning, lifting the dark misty veil of the night,
From its pillow of its mountain peak the sun rose and saw
the valley is filled with the season of love …
and the branches of memories have sprouted …
Innumerable blossoms of moments past.
Unspoken, unheard yearnings, half asleep, half awake
look out slepply at life, as it flows in wave after wave,
At once new. Also the same …
Yes the very same life
which encompasses love and desire,
meeting and also parting and a sense ,
that time is flowing
like a river, whispering as it flows,
that the valley is filled
with the season of love
and the branches of memories Have sprouted
Innumerable blossoms of moments past.

The Song
Why is the wind singing today?
Why is the wind singing?
Why is the seasons raining colours?
My heart wonders, what is going happen today
Why is there moonlight in the day?
Which way is life moving?
My heart wonders, what are these events for telling
Why is the wind singing today?
Whose face am I seeing in in every flower?
Whose face do I see in every flower?
Whose unheared voice is in my ears?
Whose are these sounds?
Vibrating in my dreams
My heart wonders whos arrivel is awaited …
Why is the wind singing?
Singing, singing