The mind craves to fly far away. / In the guise of a beggar, eyes wet with tears
The mind craves to fly far away. / In the guise of a beggar, eyes wet with tears
Wishing you a happy new year! / The coming year? No, years ahead—
As if playing a game of chess / Still the world waits for the next dawn
Translated by Mohammad Shafiqul Islam
Leave a flower from your bun when you depart, my love.
In my deep sleep, you came, my love—
We’re still alive/ but they wanted to die a natural death
What’s life if a sense of darkness/ doesn’t connect night to sunlight
Nothing is meaningless if speech and silence fill void, flowing in the same force, and no one blocks the road to dreaming.
Like a wounded bird, my songs/ tumble down at your feet, my love.
