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Our Casuarina Tree
– Toru Dutt
Extract – 1
Like a huge Python , ( अजगर) winding round and round
The rugged trunk , indented deep with scars ,
Up to its very summit near the stars,
A Creeper climbs , in whose embraces bound
No other tree could live . But gallantly.
The giant wears the scarf , and flowers are hung.
In crimson clusters all the boughs among.
Whereon all day are gathered bird and bee;
And oft at nights the garden overflows
With one sweet songs that seems to have no close
Sung darkling from our tree , while men repose.
Extract – 2
When first my casement is wide open thrown
At dawn , my eyes delighted on it rest.
Sometimes , and most in winter – on its crest.
A gray baboon sits statue – like alone
Watching the sunrise; while on lower boughs
His puny offspring leap about and play;
And far and near kokilas hail the day;
And to their pastures wend our sleepy cows;
And in the shadow , on the broad tank cast
By that hoar tree, so beautiful and vast,
The water – lilies spring, like snow enmassed.
Extract – 3 (2013)
But not because of its magnificence
Dear is the Casuarina to my soul
Beneath it we have played : though years may roll,
sweet companions , loved with love intense.
For your sakes, shall the tree be ever dear .
Blent with your images, it shall arise
In memory , till the hot tears blind mine eyes!
What is that dirge – like murmur that I hear
Like the sea breaking on a shingle- beach?
It is the tree’s lament ,an eerie speech,
That haply to the unknown land may reach.
Extract – 4
Unknown , yet well-known to the eye of faith!
Ah, I have heard that wail far, far away
In distant lands , by many a sheltered bay,
When slumbered in his cave the water- wraith
And the waves gently kissed the classic shore
Of France or Itly , beneath the moon,
When earth lay tranced in a dreamless swoon
And every time the music rose, – before
Mine inner vision rose a form sublime ,
Thy form , O Tree, as in my happy prime
I saw thee, in my own loved native clime.
Extract – 5
Therefore I fain would consecrate a lay
Unto thy honour , tree , beloved of those
Who now in blessed sleep for aye repose
Dearer than life to me , alas were they!
Mayst thou be numbered when my days are done
With deathless trees – like those in Borrowdale ,
Under whose awful branches lingered pale
“Fear trembling Hope , and Death , the skeleton ,
And time the shadow, “ and though weak the verse
That would thy beauty fain, on , fain rehearse,
May Love defend tree from Oblivion’s curse.