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Nibiro oma-timiro hote
From the moonless sea of darkness
Embarked in full tide
The sailing boat of a blossoming moon.
The earth, filled with unseen flowers,
Arranged Her vase at celestial shores
With a string of light,
Hued like the golden jasmine.
Moments turned, at moment's banks,
The boat anchored at Dol*,
The earth smiled in her dreams in silence.
Bringing in a boatload of celebration,
Did she finally decide to moor
At the full moon night, this pirate of sleep?
*Dol - a colourful spring festival of the first full moon of spring in Bengal.
Nibiro oma-timiro hote
From the moonless sea of darkness
Embarked in full tide
The sailing boat of a blossoming moon.
The earth, filled with unseen flowers,
Arranged Her vase at celestial shores
With a string of light,
Hued like the golden jasmine.
Moments turned, at moment's banks,
The boat anchored at Dol*,
The earth smiled in her dreams in silence.
Bringing in a boatload of celebration,
Did she finally decide to moor
At the full moon night, this pirate of sleep?
*Dol - a colourful spring festival of the first full moon of spring in Bengal.
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