Monday, April 13, 2020

My river, my glamor

(1554)  Amar nadii madhumati

My river, Madhumati,
O'er which country you proceed?
The love of River Padma taking,
You race toward the sea.

Brimming with your fruits and flowers–
Honeydripping, each and every one of them–
Sweet humans and sweet kush-kash,
With sweet eyes, do take notice.

Yourself I am loving;
I've remained, kissing your feet.
You are the beauty of what is Bengali;
Why, today, are you evaporating?

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