Thursday, August 15, 2019

We move ahead

(130)  Sonalii bhor jiivane mor

The golden dawn in my life,
Is it returning another time?
Countless pains, countless torments,
Countless shames— the gloom is rent.

So many eves, so many morns,
So many nights, both spring and autumn,
So much hope and expectation–
Upon tears they've floated off.

Morning's sun smiles in the eastern heavens,
The wind rises on fragrance of flowers;
With the new year, with new happiness,
Memories of affliction, they all vanish.

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