ক্ষত যত ক্ষতি যত
Every harm every loss
will decay
momentary thistles
falling away.
Empty dreams, empty gifts
unreturned many claims
turn into tall stories
falling away.
Look up at this wonder
with your eyes,
morning sun in the golden sky.
This is the sheer gift
gives me every meaning
joy is in this picture.
Every harm every loss
will decay
momentary thistles
falling away.
Empty dreams, empty gifts
unreturned many claims
turn into tall stories
falling away.
Look up at this wonder
with your eyes,
morning sun in the golden sky.
This is the sheer gift
gives me every meaning
joy is in this picture.
(Another version by Rumela Sengupta:)
Wounds all, losses all, are but falsehoods
Fleeting pricks of grass blades that stay beneath
What was not, what you got not,
Who still owes you a debt
All like a mirage will fade away
This that you behold, picturesque beauty
Dawn’s sun in crimson horizon
This is the greatest gift
Fulfilled is life
Arises the joyous grace of Truth
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