May 16, 2015

The minstrel-cloud plays his lute

বাদল-বাউল বাজায় রে একতারা
Badol baul bajay re ektara

The minstrel-cloud plays his lute
A day long stream of pitter patter pit

Intoxicated by his own tune
He dances around and drains himself
In paddy fields and rose-apple woods

Dreadlocks of dense clouds
Pile up on the darkening sky
Pitter patter on the leaves
Peal out like anklet bells

Distracted by an alluring tune
Luring one away from home
The east wind wanders bereft

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