Wednesday, September 6, 2017


(819)  Aji vasante mor phulavane

Today, with a springtime[1] in my flower garden,
Who are You Who arrived, delighting my psyche?
On the edge of hopelessness, in a mental cavity,
What did You speak that made me disillusioned?

To welcome You the hawk-cuckoos keep singing;
The palash blooms look on, their eyes to please.
Red-colored Earth, enlivening with beauty,
To heart's content, it ogles Thee.

Today, with kindly thoughts, compassion seeps;
Upon afflicted lives, wide eyes are looking.
Hearts filled with love, nectar overflowing,
Compose samgiit, honey to smear.

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