Sunday, May 26, 2024

Now that I'm awake

(3018)  Jiivaner pratham dine

On first day of existence,
That ambrosia You'd cascaded—
Through it only, rapt and excited,
Movement You goaded.

With passion, upon path I entered;
The goal had been a mystery.
I'd been feeling anxious;
Yourself I did not see.
Even yet I did not forget that story;
Regret and remorse had been awakened.

Gone away have many ages;
In the past how much has been?
Many flowers, they have fallen—
In the mind whatever had blossomed.

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