Your Sweat-Soaked Face Poem by Hem Barua
Your Sweat-Soaked Face
Come love, keep your hand on my hand
And your lips on my lips
Let the clouds that lean against the sky
Come down in torrents
Down the dust-laden paths
Let incessant rain bathe the trees
And drown the voices of the birds
In the mirror of a forlorn river in some dense forest
Let your face be anglow, drenched in sweat.
[ Translated by Snigdhamalati Neog ]
Excellent poem of love, " Let incessant rain bathe the trees And drown the voices of the birds In the mirror of a forlorn river in some dense forest Let your face be aglow, drenched in sweat"
“Let your face be anglow“. What’s the meaning of anglow, which doesn’t seem to be an English word
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 5:39:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Loved reading it. Enjoyed. Thanks to Snigdhamalati Neog for the excellent translation.