Friday, June 21, 2024

Is it fair?

(3045)  Amake phele rekhe ekla pathe

To a lonesome path myself having forsaken,
Oh where have You gone?
On a raft of white clouds only,
With southern wind You've floated off.

In a tiny garden the bulbul sings;
Melody abrim is floating.
From his thought to get close is he maddened,
Has he become anxious?

Along with Thee don't take myself;
But on a lonely path don't travel.
Stars on watch, having beheld,
In ear they speak: "Why are you letting leave?"

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1 comment:

  1. You send me here, push me away; and then myself You forsake.