Like a flake -
Scarcely any visitor -
In the idyllic
Chronicles of travel
In the still Jarul, methinks,
Is memory a nimbly illusory bird?
Daily
In the angular materials
Scarcity overflows
Some rusts, like a flake,
Are glimpse
Glimpse of verbs -
Translated by: Radheshyam Ghosh
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