Chasing after a floating dragon fly, Ruby red its gauzy wings,
I wasted a whole morning and a day
Amongst some other things.
On a Datura leaf here it sits,
There in the Jasmine! Look there, it flits!
When it flew high into the pomegranate crown
My hopes of capture came crashing down
.
The Ghentu bush is dressed like a bride,
Each flower a puff of pure pearly white.
Suddenly I see, quiet as can be -
The blood red dragon fly, a jewel for me.
This poem comes from a collection of children's verse by Purnendu Pattrea, called Amaar Chelebela. He was a very talented writer and film maker. The translation is by no means perfect, but I hope it brings a sense of the fun Pattrea brought to much of his work for children.
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