Saturday, September 17, 2022

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(2399)  Amar sagar shukhiye geche

Evaporated has my sea;
My snake is without gem.[1]
Seated alone and unblinking,
I am counting stars of the firmament.

Powdered down has been my vanity,
Amid the frowns of penury.
Now all that's left is only
Memory to mull over.

In such state, made indigent,
Of own remained no remnant.
And yet, beside me sense is there,
Full of light's luster:
Though Yours am I, mine You are;
I'm not at all wholly bereft.

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