Sep 9, 2014

Eyes brim with tears

নয়ান ভাসিল জলে
Noyaan bhashilo jole

Eyes brim with tears
Dense waterladen clouds gather
In empty depths of my heart
Ushered in by propitious winds
The night awakens in ecstasy

Glory be to that mercy
That allays the scorched
That quenches the parched
Awaken in joy, my heart
That awaits the rain
Like the chataka bird
Softly, so softly
Sweetly, so sweetly
Drizzles down love

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