[Transcreation] Hampi

Evenings in Hampi*

are done in gold

Like golden epochs,

they lose their sheen quickly


It isn’t the Sun

which caressed a whole town

to gold, nor is it Indra*

who removed its soiled cover

I am sure,

within its barren temples

is a suffocated past,

alongside Tungabhadra*

is a vibrant present

But, a future? I doubt.


A poem in Malayalam by Venu Kandurkunnu
Transcreation by Vijay © 6th February, 2008



*Hampi

*Indra

*Tungabhadra