Oh Muse!
With quake of a breath vanished-
Bidding a say to his silent whisper-
When the cloak sticks to his mercy,
Oh savior of this restless stint.
Breath! Pause for this Vanity, kind-
With her elegant steps, trailing his wishes
Oh Mighty! Welcome, speechless at your grace
Of flames, murmurings for length of those lamps.
Oh Beats! brimmed with glow of the sun,
Remove; dots of this moist air,
On the wall I looked at my days!
Ask that forlorn of destiny& Tear!
Halt! for a while, reverberates!
With her arrival, she has absorbed;
His grief-soaked script of ages,
At scudding brisk wind; he dissolved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Debdarshi, I loved the poem very much.Agony never goes away.It may appear in another guise.But, the tune of hope must be with us.A lovely write.10/10