- Kedar Man 'Vyathita' (1914 - 1998)

Emerging like comets from dark holes in the sky,
Chains of ants are running,
Hurry scurry, hleter skelter,
In a desert garden.
They seem to be singing the anguish of the dewdrop
On the grassplot of Desire.

They call themselves as men call themselves
The pilgrims of the holy way,
While they slowly descend into the valley of sins.
Carrying their ailing kin for food,
Hurry scurry, helter skelter,
In the desert garden,
Run lines of ants.

In the thick grass, threatened by the racing
breath of death,
The trains conceal often themselves through fear
They act the part of lightening on the path of
come and go,
Hurry scurry, helter skelter,
In the desert garden,
Run lines of ants.

A frail small frame,
With large desire,
The dark in the eyes, on the illimitable road,
The restless anguish of the cloud in its motion,
With all these in its life and means limited,
Hurry scurry, helter skelter,
In the desert garden
The ant runs in lines.

It ascends an ageworn tree that symbolizes and defines
the world,
To peruse the poetry of the wood-ant
In the scribbled language of corroded lines,
Hurry scurry, helter skelter,
In the desert garden,
Run lines of ants.

Translated by : Laxmi Prasad Devkota