A golden water lily

(2190)  Svarnakamal phutechilo

A golden lotus, it had blossomed
Inside which blue mere?
Hope's ruby had bestowed a spark
Deep within everybody.

At daybreak, below air mass, gently swaying;
At midday, underneath the sun's beams.
But at dusk, the evening star,
Unto Him she was going, telling sundry things.

The mind of a human, sullied by malice,
Did not inure him to a smile exquisite.
With a saw to its body, the stalk of a water lily,
Ever and always he inflicted injury;
Today upon the earth that lily is extinct.

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