Certainly! Here’s a poetic translation of the Marathi text you shared:
Echoes of Change
In the tapestry of time, where threads intertwine, Unseen bonds fray, and friendships redefine. Whose fault is this shift? The silent transformation, Between introspection and self-contemplation.
Life’s canvas, once vivid, now fades to gray, As we chase fleeting pleasures, day by day. Today’s seeker, body cradled in comfort’s embrace, Mind adorned with words, yet lost in the race.
Love, ephemeral and commodified, we trade, In this bustling marketplace where souls cascade. The court of conscience, devoid of sages wise, No mother, father, sibling, or friend to advise.
Who bears the weight of this shifting tide? The unspoken conversations, the thoughts we hide, In pursuit of boundless desires, we stray, Yet the sun still rises, casting shadows away.
And you, my friend, in this ever-changing dance, Do you recall the past, or glance at happenstance? In the court of memories, where destinies entwine, Have you repented for sins, as I have for mine?
Questions linger, seeking answers untold, In the whispers of the wind, secrets unfold. But remember, my dear, as life’s currents flow, Our happiness lies not in what we know.
