A request and a poem: A Thousand Deaths A Thousand Lives

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How I used to like to dance, Sir,
in the green wood of Vrindavan.
How I used to like to chatter, Lord,
as though I were a wild bird.

In the jungle I'm all alone,
the earth in darkness.
The cold storm rages,
and no one to cry pity.

A thousand times I became a corpse,
a thousand times awakened.
The knot of life keeps coming undone:
within, memory full of hope
takes on a thousand lives.

With the hope that you're not cruel
I'll come into the dark.
There I'll stop and set my heart
to dance for you.


-Laxmiprasad Devkota




Request: I can't for the life of me find a copy of Devkota's epic Prometheus poem. Anyone have any ideas where I could find it? I'm going on rather a long trip soon and would love to bring it with me.