Aug 31, 2010

Silver sails emerge

অমল ধবল পালে লেগেছে

Silver sails emerge
Propelled by a sluggish breeze --
Cruising autumn clouds,
In graceful harmony,
An epiphany to my eyes.

Could this be
A luxuriant cargo
Transported from far-off seas?
My heart craves to drift along,
To renounce my haves, wants,
On prevailing shores.

Endless rain,
Drumbeats of thunder
Frame the present sunshine
Precious,
Sifting through the clouds
Kissing my face.

Who musters the boat,
A strange, treasured love,
Heaping his wealth of smiles and tears?

He makes me wonder
What melodies should beset my lute,
What chants could be sung

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