(Bojre tomar baje bansi seiki tomar gan)
Thy flute rings in so thunderous tone
This cannot be an easy song
I wish to wake up soon as I hear
Oh I beg to offer me that kind of ear
With ease, I won’t be happy anymore
Want to be covered by Thy roaring-tone
Where death keeps the deathless concealed
So bless me for intoning the roaring
With my joyous heart-string
Those thunderous music Thou sing
Making the ocean dance in every direction
Please detach me from my luxury
And help me going in-depth
Where amid those agony and pain
Happiness of mind prevail
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2/27/2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was beautiful Keep writing.