Say It Eema Maibee
Jodha C Sanasam *
Oh, Eema Maibee, Mother Oracle! Say it,
reverberating your locutions
into warbles and trills
yodel them to the tune,
to the rhythm
chant not words that are stale to the ears;
declaim not your augury, difficult to decipher,
an omen or a forewarning?
Tell us not we floundered
that we offered ripe lemon and cooked food
to Sanamahee our Supreme God.
Waste no more time
blaming me or him of blasphemy
for we, poor souls,
washed and cleansed our bodies
before we plucked flowers
to offer Sanamahee,
a blunder to Him, though.
Say it, Eema Maibee,
when will I be able to pick
my choice of commodity from the market
with no more of proscription?
Say when I will be able to live
peacefully in my own house.
Say it, Eema Maibee,
when will I be able to move
and visit my dear friend at her home?
They say she has moved away
from her former abode
that was by the side
of the enchanting paddy field
at the frill of the lovely flat land
near the foothills,
and now again she has moved
into the mountains.
Say there'll be none any longer to deter me
against my visit to her
which I've longed for so long.
* Poem written by Jodha C Sanasam which was published at Hueiyen Lanpao (English Edition)
This poem was webcasted on September 29 2012.
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