Jibanananda Das

Barisal / Bangladesh
Jibanananda Das
Barisal / Bangladesh
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Ah Kite

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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
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COMMENTS
Gajanan Mishra 30 January 2013
Stop crying this noon. Very fine image. I like it.
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King Cobra 23 December 2012
can I get all the poems of Jibanananda Das in Bengali?
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