You, the Heaven-Sent

Ruining the moral murals With its rhymes of times Fulminous falls fell Soaking my soul With arts of heart-wall The passing wayfarer The life-laden layman Seeing the callow curves In a suppressed pipe dream Giving a heart of no fine art A ditty with witty lines Attuned with a fitting tune Scented with a decent Barely bloomed bud In a thorn-throned thicket To whir like a chirping cricket I’m greatly grateful to thee With a matchless sublime fee For coaching in a cosy couch Yonder, a song’s nature And her phrasing of signature Breathlessly speechless though To requite the love I owe You, to me, in words less The Sinhagiri, the fortress (The poetic English portrayal of the Sinhala verse ‘Wasanavan numba mata’ by Mr. Mahendra Siriwardane)