Come On, Then Come Into My Heart! Poem by Mamunur Rahman

Come, however, deep into my heart, the everlasting autum
In a blue cloud green plant, a soft tone floating
Come deeper into the heart,
In the primordial ecstasy of life, in the greenery,
In the stream of light flowing towards it;
Come in the morning dew, in my deep thoughts,
In the dark clouds of snowy clouds, about intimate
Come in the evening; Smells like a scent,
draws close to the heart
Come on behind all the gardens, forests, rivers,
lights, nature.
In harmony with the tone of the poem,
Come on, you are a cloud, a cloud,
Roses and petals, in the river
Come on, you are a far cry
Midnight swollen dew,
Come in the gentle breeze of white light in the evening light,
On a snowstorm in the music of tune
Come, you are in the red cloud and the light of the snow
Amal, in the life of the whiteness, the star of the eye,
with the sign of weeping
Come in bright silver water, blue clouds
In the sound of muted waves and love,
Come on in the light,
In a lively tree, silence is the miracle of the sky
Come on in deep desire for gentle melody,
Wandering melodies, wonders and wonders in the light
Come to the land of the sun,
Deep in the lunar eclipse of aquatic plants,
Come to the basic idea of the shadow cloud,
Losing the void in my blue dreamland;
Come on, you are in the twilight
Born in a beautiful blue bay of forest,
Come, you are tied in a gold thread
My nocturnal acuity is close to the acid index;
I wish you deep in the heart
Come spring to the fervent passion of spring
that was born deep in my heart.
To my surprise, the golden puddles were even more so
May your memory be in the huge sky.
Dreams, light, gray hem in white, rose rosy
Come on, then come into my heart,
Come to the flowing stream, into the abyss
Come, you think in the warm breeze of relation
Deeply wide is the tone of my wisdom;
Come, you rain, as the rain of rainy-day
In the shaky reality of my words and waves,
Yet you come, with a drop of blood on the red lips
In the midst of my emptiness in the human art of beauty
If so, come into my heart; moon, fire-fly and innocent in the teardrop.