Feb 27, 2012

O cautious wayfarer

ওরে সাবধানী পথিক
orey shabdhani pothik

O cautious wayfarer
Why despair if you lose your way
Blind your sight with the flood of your tears

At the end of the road where you lost your way
Lies the garden where you lost your heart
There beneath the barbs and brambles
Strewn are flowers of crimson hues
There at the edges of the endless ocean
Goes on the game of creation and destruction

You hold on to your heaps and hordes
Gathered over many a day
Let them wither and fall away
Like flowers on a night of tempest
Come now, adorn yourself
With the crown of renunciation

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