(89) Kichu phul cay hat barate
| Some flowers want to thrust out their hands To retain autumn forever. The touch of winter has not yet come. Autumn is not departing. Tree leaves are not yet falling. In this climate, I sit and sing: "Let me always feel You near." The harshness of winter has not yet come. My breath is still not floating before my eyes. Orange groves are not bright with color. In this climate, I sit and ask You: "Why do You always keep on saying 'I go, go, go'?" |
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