Kazi Nazrul Islam
I'Ll Hide In Song After Song - Poem by Kazi Nazrul Islam
To-day my pensive mood
I'll hide in song after song
I'll expose my soul turning
the thorny wound into a flower,
To forget your neglect
I will sing all the while
The greater the shocks
the more tuneful my violin.
If absent-mindedly the flower is torn
I'll make a garland of it
And give it to you as a
gift when you arrive
By the fountain of my tunes
I'll compose divine music
You'll bathe in the stream
of those tunes and arise
I'll strike a rhyme out of word after word,
oh poet are you content now.
Your mind is desolate, your empty,
your soul without joy.
[Original: Aji gane gane dhakbo; Translation: Abu Rushd]
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