Sunday, May 30, 2021

What kind of fool am I?

(1918)  Tomake bhavite bhalo lage mor

It pleases me Yourself to ponder...
Why do You not speak, why do You not speak?
What's this hope, this hopeless dream,
A cradle rocking between wanting and not getting?

Why don't You come near, why just stay far-far distant;
Why just call me like a phantom with a beckon?
Myself upon sky You keep floating like a flower's pollen;
What is this love of Yours... is it deceit?

River, the ocean she does like to discover;
Comet comes racing into Earth's circumference.
And I too, in guise of meditation, with You want to merge;
But even knowing this, You don't take heed?

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