Monday, May 27, 2024

To a cruel world am I delivered

(3019)  Aungane mor nahi ele jadi

To my compound, since You did not come,
On the mental mirror, do appear.
If wanting not a word to utter,
Beam a smile honey-sweet.

How many ages penance has transpired;
Passed has the last day of the dark fortnight.
Today, this very morning, with a crimson luster,
Raze that same darkness gloomy.

There is no wastage in the world of thought;
So I long for You alone with a firm conviction.
Having wiped me out by flow of kindness,
Without merit, I also hold dear.

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