(Tumi je surer-agun lagiye-gele mor-prane)
The musical fire that
Thou use to ignite my soul
Spreads out everywhere
It spread to the dead branches
Of the mysterious trees
Dancing rhythmically along
Who did they point hands to the sky?
The stars of the dark sky
Looking down in wonder
The mad winds rushed in
From somewhere
How do the fire’s magic-touch
Yield a golden-lotus in night’s heart!
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3/16/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem