acryl sur papier
30 x 40 cm, CHF 400.-
2010
He left me, and himself he departed;
What fault was there in me ?
Neither at night nor in the day
do I sleep in peace;
My eyes pour out tears !
Sharper than swords
and spears are the arrows of love!
There is no one as cruel as love;
This malady no physician can cure.
There is no peace, not for a moment,
So intense is the pain of separation
O Bullah, if the Lord were to shower
His grace, my days would radically change!
He left me, and himself he departed.
What fault was there in me ?
Chulbul Pandey
