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BY KAVIKONDALA VENKATA RAO, B.A., B.L.

"A damsel of darkness or of light,
Who are you? my beloved!"
"I am of neither. I am of twilight.
With the finished ray of the frolicksome evening Sun,
Falling upon my forehead;
With the lace border of my thin white saree
Sweeping earth's uppermost bed;
I bear my brazen pitcher,
And bring fresh water from the well
Sunk in the Temple precincts."
"It doesn't matter. Tell me, my beloved!
If it be hoary stars or glorious moon,
What time you retrace your steps from the well."
"Why do you want it?
Of what avail would it be?
Anyway the silver ring on my toe
Doth by itself tinkle
As we meet,
And water in my pitcher,
Doth of itself outsprinkle,
The moment we each other greet."
Translated by the Poet from his own TELUGU song.