I wandered by the margin of bay
As a call from far a distance;
I gazed- I gazed; sea did play
As if, constant to the Kashfuls' dance,
Until sun sets at slot of verge
And play stones under low ebb
Or queer, which I sought did diverge.
Meanwhile, silence came in deep
Among old leaves of Tamarisk;
Wanting, people who galloped did peep
Through eve, at fall of bay's brisk.
And 'tis I who merely saw- -
Comely, the skies drawing a lib
And the sea pulling his jaw.
I saw, I saw long the Bengal bay
Open and wide to my mind,
Far-off stars at night on way,
Across the sea blow the wind.
I saw people taking thrill, when
Sea-waves lash upon rib
Although, in beautified mien.
03/17/2016
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Getting a call from distance and travelling on margin of bey both sequences make this entirely marvelous. Across the sea below wind we feel essence of life here. Interesting poem shared really.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Experience of tranquility between the nature, here the sea makes the theme of the poem so pretty to read with.