When the rill meanders
Leaving the mist
Down to the sea
The splendour blooms.
The splendour blooms
In the boat of poetry adrift.
On either bank grow
Earthen heavens
Incensed with
Sprouting nature's ecstasy.
The splendour blooms.
The splendour blooms.
In the boat of illumed poetry.
(Translated by Krishna Dulal Baruah)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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