Saturday, January 4, 2020

His ankle bells ring in a dream...

(1470)  Gharer andhar alo kare

My room's gloom brightening,
On that night You had appeared
In setting of a heady dream,
Ankle bells to make ring, to make ring.

I had been in slumber deep,
Like one blind, thronged by inert things;
With gentle hand touching me,
Myself You awakened to that love infatuating.

I had been confined by petty self-seeking,
A prison of stone I had been creating;
You shattered that penitentiary;
With light-beams fresh You painted me.

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