Feb 22, 2012

We met at the confluence of night and day

রাত্রি এসে যেথায় মেশে দিনের পারাবারে
ratri eshe jethay meshe

Where night flows into the day
We met, you and I, at that confluence
There, in streaks of ebony and ivory
Darkness and light mingle
There, from one shore to the other
The waves race and ripple

From the silent blue of the netherworld
Resonates a voice of the deepest timbre
On the touchstone gleams a streak of gold

I try to look into your face
I peep and peer but fail to see
Still wrapped in my dreams I wake up
And my eyes brim over in tears

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