I wished to embrace
The playful waves
Of the Padma River;
I was, as if, seeking
Those waves with
Their sparkling white crowns.
My lady's face was
Glistening with golden rays
Of the setting sun;
A truant wave seemed
To overflow my body,
As if I was embraced
By my lady's soft touches.
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I would like to translate this poem
I love this one! Good ink!