No bank of the sky ocean there are
No horizon in the blue wave of river
The melodious tone of Hendrix guitar
Comes to me from the pink cloud bar
Oh, no thunder, it's white winter now on
Warmed cake with coffee in frosty dawn
Green heart comes with Rabindra music
I smell you in the rising sun musk to lick
No flower on the garret's tub is blooming
Yet amorously the divine scent is coming
Oh, musk that is from the inimitable deer
I'm enthralled; I'm astounded to get ever
It's mine; it's mine love always by nature
O let me live long with the musk forever
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
16/01/2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From deep in the shore-less ocean of sky, that musk of love comes to a green heart, a treat for the deepest sense. I am glad Mahtab is still chasing that divine intoxication.