Black Hill (કાળો ડૂંગર)

Here we stand at the peak
Before us lies
the unbroken desert
of the silver moonlight

The taste of salt on the fingertips
The wind quiet
Foxes feast
Summer gale
Winter cold
Night day
Restlessness (Zanzavat)
Unmoving
On the desert stands
the mountain
Black

- Poem by Vasant Joshi.

- Translated by Gopika Jadeja.