Jibanananda Das

(17 February 1899 – 22 October 1954 / Barisal / Bangladesh)

Ah Kite - Poem by Jibanananda Das

Ah kite, golden-winged kite, don’t cry any more this noon
of moist clouds, as you hover around the Dhanshniri river
Your whimper reminds of her eyes dim as pale cane-fruit!
A pretty princess she has drifted afar,
leaving the Earth bereft of beauty;
Why do you call her back?
Who wants to stir up pain by digging heart?
Ah kite, golden-winged kite, stop crying this noon
of tearful clouds, while flying around the Dhanshniri river.

Translated by Faizul Latif Chowdhury


Comments about Ah Kite by Jibanananda Das

  • Gold Star - 34,112 Points Gajanan Mishra (1/30/2013 11:31:00 PM)

    Stop crying this noon. Very fine image. I like it. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie King Cobra (12/23/2012 11:07:00 AM)

    can I get all the poems of Jibanananda Das in Bengali? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 9, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, January 9, 2009


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