The Shadow Of The Sinking Moon Poem by Mamunur Rahman

Everyone lost himself in your beauty; Tule nil conventional rules Which made the moonlight of their deepest emotions blossom; The infinite voices of all forms began to think to themselves in silence,
He took himself very close to you, not too far,
Just a shadow of sadness frozen in feeling; There is life in separation;
They think that all beauty is one, the cosmos of the moon and the moon
The flowing silver shadow and the disjointed as much as the holy water,
Lost in the midst of them was as much a legend of darkness as a dream;
He made himself stand in the blue, in the night of the stars, in the full moon;
In enchanting glimpses, floating red lips; Lots of bright darkness
Smooth longing in the mind of thought;
In the abyss of memory, Krishnapaksha is infinite
They have no idea of the single meaning of beauty; Night of solitude;
In the depths of the blue moon, the light of wisdom rises and darkens.
In the deepest cavities of the heart-,
the yellow wonder of the horizon of wonder constellations;
The holy river spreads its deep beauty of light and darkness
In the endless whiteness that flows into luminous existence; Blue in the fading evening
Towards enchanted dreams; Aishwarya in the corner of the eye of wonderful silence
The melody is the word of their composition; It brings tears to the eyes
Touched by the shimmering bright moonlight, the dense frost of the dense lips.