Mar 26, 2011

There is thirst in my eyes

চক্ষে আমার তৃষ্ণা 
Chokkhe amar trishna
Audio: Hemanta Mukherjee

There is thirst in my eyes, in my heart
I am a rainless summer's day
seething with heat

Sultry winds have summoned storms
guiding my mind away
to touch the heavenly void
My scarf glides away.

The flower that lit up the garden
has turned black with heat.

Who fetters the mountain-spring
trapped in frozen rocks
at the summit of sorrow?

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