Kazi Nazrul Islam

(24 May 1899 - 29 August 1976 / Bardhaman / India)

At My Gaze No Longer Laughs The Rose - Poem by Kazi Nazrul Islam

At my gaze no longer laughs the rose,
At the music of my words no longer blossoms forth the flowers

What is the use of going to the fair
With the garland of the withered smile?
Dose the dark night amaze her disheveled hair
Without looking at the moon for a while?

The southern wind brings the springs yet
But in the garden the nightingale sings no more.
No more does the wild flower in the forest
Dance at the sight of the moon

Something is lost, something is missing,
My heart feels so empty and old.
Ah me, at whose cruel touch
Has my heart grown so cold!

[Translation: Kabir Chowdhury]


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 29, 2012



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