Beyond Land and Time

Kite, O Golden-winged Kite

(Hāy Chil)

Translated by Sibnarayan Ray

Kite, O golden-winged kite, on this cloud-moistened midday

Lament no more, flying along the paddy-banked river!

Your crying calls back to mind her eyes cane fruit dim!

She is gone far away like the crimson princesses of the earth;

Why recall her, why dig up the heart’s buried pain!

Kite, O golden-winged kite, on this cloud-moistened midday

Flying lament no more along the paddy-banked river.