RISING FLAME OF LOVE

Tanka with vintage Indian matchboxes
Bilingual Ekphrastic Tanka
In Irish and English
Artwork: Vintage Indian Matchboxes.
A bhakti-scented bouquet of tanka poems
in strict syllabic configuration of 5-7-5-7-7.
About Gabriel Rosenstock

Gabriel Rosenstock is a bilingual poet, tankaist, haikuist, novelist, playwright, short storywriter, essayist and translator. He lives in Ireland.
Belov d ar bith LOVE ach chuid vintage Indian matchbox RISING FLAME
About Gabriel Rosenstock

Gabriel Rosenstock is a bilingual poet, tankaist, haikuist, novelist, playwright, short storywriter, essayist and translator. He lives in Ireland.
Belov d ar bith LOVE ach chuid vintage Indian matchbox RISING FLAME
RISING FLAME  
OF LOVE
Tanka with vintage Indian matchboxes
Gabriel Rosenstock
RISING FLAME  
OF LOVE
Tanka with vintage Indian matchboxes
© Copyright tanka in Irish and English: Gabriel Rosenstock 2021
Bilingual Ekphrastic Tanka
 In Irish and English
Artwork: Vintage Indian Matchboxes
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A bhakti-scented bouquet of tanka poems  
in strict syllabic configuration of 5-7-5-7-7.
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Gabriel Rosenstock is a bilingual poet, tankaist, 
novelist, haikuist, short story writer, playwright, 
essayist and translator.
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Acknowledgements
The author acknowledges receipt of a bursary 
from The Arts Council/ An Chomhairle Ealaíon 
to pursue his experiments in the field of Irish-
language tanka, poems of love, longing and 
emptiness in the strict syllabic configuration 
of 5-7-5-7-7 syllables – in this instance, 
responding to vintage matchbox art from 
India. Inflammable!
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canann éan áidh
lasmuigh de m’fhuinneog gach lá
amhráinín fútsa
 
insíonn sé dom cá bhfuilir
 
deimhníonn gur im’ chroíse ataoi
a lucky bird sings
outside my window each day
songs concerning You
 
telling me where You are now
 
Belovèd, here in my heart
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II
cosnóidh sí mé,
is glan é mo chroí, a stór
Durga, daingean í
 
déanfaidh sí scrios ar an namhaid
 
is slánófar mé. . . duitse
she will protect me
Belovèd, my heart is pure
Durga my fortress
 
will slay all my enemies
 
and keep me safe here. . .for You
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III
eitleoidh mé
nó tógfad an traein deiridh
modh iompair ar bith
 
chun tú a fheiscint, tonga
 
hath! na ceithre boinn más gá
i ’ll take the last plane
or the last train, Belovèd
the last anything
 
to see You, the last tonga
 
hah! shall i crawl on all fours
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IV
i mo rí tamall
go tobann i mo bhochtán
táim scriosta agat
 
an ag súgradh atá tú
 
níl ionam ach puipéad lag
one minute a king
then suddenly a pauper
sheer havoc it is
 
You’re playing with me, my love
 
i ’m nothing but a puppet
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V
tar chugam le haghaidh tae
seans gur tháinig tú, cá bhfios
a thine ghealáin
 
an do do shamhlú atáim
 
tar i gcomhair tae, a leannáin
i said come for tea
maybe You came – i don’t know
You will-o’-the-wisp
 
are You a mere fantasy
 
come for tea, my Belovèd
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VI
tá constaicí ann
sofheicthe is dofheicthe
is eol, nach eol dom
 
Sri Ganesh, taispeáin an tslí
 
an chonair go dtí mo ghrá
many obstacles
visible, invisible
both known and unknown
 
Sri Ganesh, show me the way
 
the path to my Belovèd
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VII
thriaileas Andaman
tada, Goa, Lakshadweep
Deilí is Ladhak
 
Kerala, Karnataka
 
faic, níl sí istigh, ar siad
i tried Andaman
no luck, Goa, Lakshadweep
Delhi and Ladhak
 
Kerala, Karnataka
 
all said ‘no, She is not in’
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VIII
féach ar an scamall
borrtha le báisteach theolaí
scamall dubh ag teacht
 
treoraigh chuici mé, Krishna
 
le d’fheadaíl tríd an bhfearthainn
there is a dark cloud
and it is filled with warm rain
a dark cloud coming
 
lead me, Krishna, to my love
 
whistle to Her in the rain
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IX
dá mba chamaill sinn
stóinsithe diongbháilte
i ngaineamhlach mór
 
ach tá an duine difriúil
 
claonadh ionainn dul ar strae
were we both camels
resolute and determined
we’d face a desert
 
but human beings are different
 
we get side-tracked on the way
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X
solas gach réalta
is ea d’ainmse, a shearc
ní bithbhuan don réalt
 
ach mairfidh d’ainm go deo
 
san fhirmimint is tusa ann
Belovèd, Your name
is the light of every star
a star may perish
 
but Your name is forever
 
this firmament that is You
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XI
nuair nach gcloistear faic 
ach na luchóga rúnda
bím ag smaoineamh ort
 
i nideoga m’aigne. . .
 
gura slán gach luch anocht
when nothing is heard
but the stealthy little mice
my thoughts turn to You
 
in crevices of the mind. . .
 
may all mice be safe tonight
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XII
táim ar strae ar fad
cad d’imigh orm n’fheadar
táim imithe amú
 
ag druidim leis an tSiolóin
 
más é sin is ainm di
i am all at sea
i missed a turn, Belovèd
don’t know where I am
 
drifting towards Ceylon maybe
 
someone says, ‘it ’s changed its name’
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XIII
ag smiotadh leo mhuis’
tar éis na mblianta fada
saoir chloiche Agra
 
an smaoiníd ar bhuairt an ghrá
 
nó an cuma leo sa riach
centuries later
they still chip away at stones
masons of Agra
 
dreaming of love’s old sorrow –
 
or are they all flint-hearted
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XIV
tabhair dom dhá sciathán
chun eitilt chugatsa, a shearc
á, cad is fiú é
 
tá an phaidir seo i mbéal
 
an mhistigh le míle bliain
give me wings to fly
to You – ah, what is the use
for thousands of years
 
bard and bhakta have uttered
 
this prayer – and what has happened
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XV
lasair gheal an ghrá
scairtfidh mé amach ón díon
is ó ghleannta é
 
“mo náire!” déarfaidh daoine. . .
 
na lasracha ag éirí
rising flame of love
let me shout it from the roofs
and in the valleys
             people say i have no shame. . .
             the rising flame, Belovèd
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XVI
mise an bas inniu
ordóidh mé rud ar bith
céad rós más mian leat
 
a thaisce, cad atá uait
 
an ré agus na réaltaí?
i ’m the boss today
i can order anything
one hundred roses
 
Belovèd, what do You need
 
a full moon and all the stars?
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XVII
stopadh mé, a chuid
ní ciontóir céaduaire mé
arsa an garda
 
“aithním thú! tusa an file –
 
hath! Peigeasas ait í sin!”
i was stopped and fined
it wasn’t my first offence
the policeman said
 
“i know you! you’re the poet –
 
huh! odd-looking Pegasus!”
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XVIII
bia ar an mbord
ola b’fhéidir don lampa
ag iascach gan stad
 
tá’s ag an iascaire seo
 
gur éalaigh tú arís uaidh
food for the table
a drop of oil for the lamp
fishing since daylight
 
but this fisherman knows well
 
that You’ve slipped the net again
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XIX
ar ais chun suain leat
dhúisigh tú as taibhreamh mé
a choiligh, led’ thoil!
 
bhíos chun breith ar lámh léi is –
 
a dheabhail! coc-a-dúdal-dú
hey, go back to sleep
you have roused me from my dreams
cockerel, give up
 
i went to take Her hand, then –
 
dear God! cock-a-doodle-doo
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XX
las mé an lampa
níl leamhan ar bith le feiscint
táid ag dul in éag
 
tá gach aon ní ag imeacht
 
is a dteachtaireachtaí uait
i have lit the lamp
no moths come with messages
they are on the wane
 
Belovèd, all reminders
 
of You are disappearing
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XXI
fáinne geal an lae
agus roimh dhul faoi don ghrian
bím ag smaoineamh ort
 
deasghnáth atá ionat
 
níl lá ná oíche i d’éagmais
Belovèd, at dawn
and before the sun goes down
my thoughts turn to You
 
You have become a ritual
 
no night is night without You
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XXII
beidh mé ceanndána
seasfaidh mé anseo, a chuid
go gcloise mé uait
 
focal amháin nó osna
 
comhartha – aon rud in aon chor
i ’ll be stubborn
i shall stand here, Belovèd
till i hear from You
 
one word will do or a sigh
 
a sign – anything at all
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XXIII
chuaigh mé go Sattur
cheannaíos glantóir teanga ann
bréag ní chanaimse
 
sceitheann an fhírinne uaim
 
gach siolla dem’ dhán is fíor
i went to Sattur
there i bought a tongue cleaner
truth flows from my tongue
 
Belovèd, i cannot lie
 
each word of this poem is true
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XXIV
an tú atá ann
d’fhéachas ar dheis is ar chlé
faic – mealladh mo chluas
 
mealladh mo shúile chomh maith
 
an féidir aon ní a thrust
is it You? Your voice?
i looked around – nobody
my ears deceive me
 
my eyes deceive me as well
 
i don’t know what to believe
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XXV
lasán níor aimsíos
in Elayirampannai
faic na ngrást, a chuid
 
snáthaid bheag i gcoca féir
 
is miotas atá ionat
couldn’t find a match
in Elayirampannai 
found nothing at all
 
a needle in a haystack
 
Belovèd – You are a myth
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XXVI
céad amhrán nua dhuit
a chuid den saol, thar oíche
laoithe úrnua
 
gheal an lá, chan an phearóid
 
gach ceann díobh as Tamailis
one hundred new songs
i wrote for You, Belovèd
only for Your eyes
 
morning broke and the parrot. . .
 
he sang them all – in Tamil
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XXVII
in Gudiyattam
lorgaíos thú i ngach ball
sna pictiúrlanna
 
d’fhéachas ar scata scannán
 
níor fhanas ’dtí an deireadh
in Gudiyattam
i looked for You everywhere
in the cinemas
 
I sat through hundreds of films
 
never staying till the end
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XXVIII
ar strae in Madras
i leabharlann aisteach atáim
buailtear bleid orm:
 
mise an Coirnéal Olcott
 
tá tú san áit cheart, a mhic
i ’m lost in Madras
in an occult library
a gentleman says
 
good day! i ’m Colonel Olcott
 
you have come to the right place
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XXIX
níl stáisiún anseo
(Ilayarasanendal)
ní raibh éinne romham
 
thuirlingíos láithreach den traein
 
bhí na héin ag magadh fúm
there’s no station here
(Ilayarasanendal)
no one to meet me
 
i alighted from the train
 
birds mocked me in their own tongue
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XXX
spéir is muir uaigneach
chuas síos síos sa duibheagán
ní hann atá tú
 
níl tú ar chlé, a thaisce
 
ná ar dheis ná áit ar bith
lonely sea and sky
i went down full fathom five
You are not below
 
nor above nor to my left
 
nor to my right, Belovèd
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XXXI
léimeas den charraig
ag snámh romham sa mhuir theolaí
San Proinsias Xavier
 
agus Vivekananda
 
i dtreonna difriúla
i jumped off the rock
swimming in the warm waters
St Francis Xavier
 
also Vivekananda
 
in different directions
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XXXII
an bhfuil sí tagtha
a fhairtheoir, freagair mé
níl cur síos uirthi
 
aithneoidh tú cinnte í
 
is bandia í – an Ghainséis!
watchman, has She come
have you been looking for Her
i can’t describe Her
 
but you will know Her, for sure
 
She is the goddess Ganga!
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XXXIII
an baile beag seo
lán de phléascóga tine
pléascfaidh sé go luath
 
san OM sin ón gcéad lá riamh
 
fíorthús mo chuid trioblóidí
Belovèd, this town
is nothing but firecrackers
it could all explode
 
in the OM of the first day
 
when all my troubles began
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XXXIV
uch, Thitttankulam
ghealladar go mbeifeá ann
nach mé an gamal
 
níl ionam ach snámh raice
 
ar mhuir gharbh mo mhianta
ah, Thitttankulam
they promised me You’d be there
what a fool i was
 
i am but flotsam, jetsam
 
on rough seas of wild desire
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XXXV
roghnaigh cruth ar bith
bí i d’éinín maidine
nó id’ rud aineoil
 
bí faram mar is mian leat
 
ilchruthach mar is dual duit
take on any shape
be a bird in morning skies
be something unknown
 
be with me in any form
 
shape-shifter You always were
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XXXVI
Thachanallur – á!
bhíos im’ shiúinéir ann tamall
is bhogas ar aghaidh
  
ní raibh sa chasúireacht sin
 
ach d’ainm agam á rá
Thachanallur – ah!
i did some carpentry there
then quickly moved on
 
and all of my hammering
      was the japa of Your name
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XXXVII
an ann duit nó as
ag canadh don aer atáim
éist liom, a thaisce
 
le laoi na heala dílse
 
is a leathéan ar iarraidh
are You flesh and blood
or do i sing to the air
listen, Belovèd
 
the song of the faithful swan
 
when its mate has flown away
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XXXVIII
do ghoineas mé féin
uaim féin a tháinig an nimh
taoise gan pheaca
 
ní chuirfinn olc i do leith. . .
 
mo mhianta a nimhigh mé
myself i ’ve bitten
this poison has come from me
You are innocent
 
i shall never accuse You. . .
 
my own desire poisoned me
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XXXIX
in Thayilpatty
bhí damhán alla ag fí
theitheas ón mbaile
 
damhán alla ceanndána. . .
 
chuir mo laige ag gol mé
in Thayilpatty
a spider wove all day long
i ran from the town
 
spider! so full of purpose
 
i wept at my fecklessness
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XL
tar, a chuid ag siúl
tar liom faoin mbáisteach theolaí
is geal liom gach braon
 
ag sileadh le do leiceann
 
comhartha an ghrá éagmaise
Belovèd, come walk
walk with me in the warm rain
i love how it streams
 
flowing down Your face like tears
 
for a love You have not found
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XLI
lasair neamh-mhianta
lasair nach mbíonn ag preabadh
laom mínádúrtha
 
deireadh le mianta, a mhian
 
corraíonn leoithne loiteog
flame of non-desire
it does not flicker at all
defying nature
 
a desire to end desire
 
a breeze touches the lotus
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XLII
bhí mé in Trichur
bhí Naomh Tomás ann romhamsa
(gan amhras ar bith)
 
stán gadhál ailbíneach orm
 
ar feadh i bhfad ’stigh sa zú
i came to Trichur
as Doubting Thomas once did
(when free of all doubt)
 
a strange albino mithun
 
stared at me long in the zoo
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XLIII
an t-am faoi deara
gan solas sinn a shroicheadh
ar Meister Eckhart
 
Kali, a chruthaigh an t-am
 
cleatar do sciorta cnámh
it ’s because of time
that the light does not reach us
said Meister Eckhart
 
Kali, creator of time
 
the rattle of your bone skirt
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XLIV
Nandi, a Nandi
bí id’ ghúrú, id’ threoraí
táim ar an mbóthar
 
ní fios cén treo, i ngach treo
 
is mé sa tóir ar m’ansacht
Nandi, oh Nandi
be my guru and my guide
i set out once more
 
in all directions and none
 
in search of my own true love
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XLV
clúmh geal an choiligh
dathanna na camhaoire
laethanta folmha
 
oíche eile i d’éagmais
 
ag feitheamh leis an gcoileach
the cock’s bright plumage
is the colour of the dawn
my days are empty
 
another night without You
 
waiting for a cock to crow
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XLVI
cé a chuala riamh
faoi éan nach gcanfadh nóta
nó sruth ina stad
 
réaltaí gan loinnir uathu
 
a ansacht – focal amháin!
who has ever heard
of a bird that does not sing
a river that’s still
 
or stars that refuse to shine
 
Belovèd – say but one word!
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XLVII
dhiailigh mé uimhir
‘cuir tríd anois mé, led’ thoil’
an uimhir mhícheart!
 
cuireadh síos an fón, a chuid
 
táim ag rith as uimhreacha
i dialled a number
‘put me through to Her now, please’
‘twas the wrong number!
 
Belovèd, i was cut off
 
i ’m running out of numbers
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XLVIII
blúirí thall is abhus
blúirí de mo chroí briste
comharthaí is ea iad
 
gur ghabhas an chonair seo tráth
 
is níl faic eile le rá
bits left here and there
tiny shreds of broken heart
an indication
 
that i ’ve passed this way before
 
there is nothing else to say
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XLIX
do fhliuchas mo bhéal
le huisce ón Periyar
abhainn fhada fhionnuar
 
anuas ó Chokkampatti
 
ar aghaidh liom is mé buíoch di
i stopped for a drink
from the Periyar River
the waters were cool
 
from the Chokkampatti hills
 
in gratitude i moved on
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is rópa teann é
an rópa ar a ndamhsaím
tar is féach orm
 
duitse amháin an damhsa
 
nó is dom mhuineál an chnáib
a tight rope it is
the strong rope on which i dance
dear one, come see me         
 
this dance is for You only
 
come – or the rope’s for my neck
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LI
inis dom, a chuid
cé thusa nó cé mise
cá bhfuilimid beirt
	
a	Bhanríon	Vṛndāvana
	
Rādhārāṇī!	tusa,	‘bea
Belovèd, tell me
who are You and who am i
where are we two now
	
o	Queen	of	Vṛndāvana
	
Rādhārāṇī	is	it	You
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LII
nach bhfaca tú í
Sai Baba, i d’aislingí
in eitilt na n-éan
 
lonraíonn sí um thráthnóna
 
nuair a lastar na lampaí
surely you’ve seen Her
Sai Baba, in a vision
heard Her in birdsong
 
Her lustre in the evening
 
when the holy lamp is lit
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LIII
canann sé, a shearc
is is eol do na daimh é
tá seanamhrán fút
 
i gcroí an treabhdóra
 
chomh glan le mo chroí féinig
he sings, Belovèd
and the oxen know the song
that old song for You
 
it’s deep in the ploughman’s heart
 
as sure as it is in mine
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LIV
tá’s agat an scéal
croí na giofóige ionam
ní shocróidh sé síos
 
glaonn na sléibhte gorma
 
foraois níos ársa ná am
You know it so well
this wild gypsy heart of mine
it cannot settle
 
the blue mountains are calling
 
and forests older than time
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LV
seolaimis arís
cúluiscí glé Kerala
i mbáidín éadrom
 
beadsa im’ dhíoltóir lachan
 
is ár n-ál romhainn, a thaisce
let us sail once more
those backwaters to the south
in a flimsy boat
 
and i ’ll be a duckseller
 
our flock swimming before us
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LVI
m’aigne ag teip
an cholainn tréithlag, a chuid
ach deir m’anam liom:
 
níl sé thart go fóill ná é
 
beidh ort tosnú as an nua
my mind’s giving way
and my body is crumbling
yet my spirit says:
 
no, it is not yet over
 
it may take many more lives