Kazi Nazrul Islam

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

Memories Of Liking - Poem by Kazi Nazrul Islam

Memories of liking can not be forgotten,

so I visit your compound again and again,

The curved moon still rises in the sky,
the purple flower blooms in my garden;
and the bird sings 'piya, piya' on riyal branches.
The light that plays on its flute at radiant dawn,
now overflows my heart with endless joy.

O my sweet darling,
desert's desire still lingers in my heart.
and the body- Yamuna swells
in utmost affection.

[Original: Bhalo lagar smriti; Translation: Mohammad Nurul Huda]


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 30, 2012



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