Kazi Nazrul Islam

(24 May 1899 - 29 August 1976 / Bardhaman / India)

The First Bud Of Love - Poem by Kazi Nazrul Islam

The first bud of love withers away at the first moment of meeting;
He did not heed her pleas, but flew into the deep woods.
The spring air blooms all flowers,
Alas! my flower wilts away;
Every home lights up, but my lamp flickers away at twilight
Garland of wild flowers cry out around my neck,
I sob in solace rolling in the dusty road like torn ivy.
With intolerable thirst at the mouth of the sea
Fall down on the sandy breast of the shore
Taking me for a smoky cloud, the bird ignores me
I scathe from the fire of your absence.

[Original: Prothom Moner Koli; Translation: Kashfia Billah]

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 30, 2012



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