Have I,
A stick of rajanigandha,
Rajanigandha blooms
For you,
For you, my love,
Love,
A stick of white,
White rajanigandha blooms,
Blooms
For you,
For you, darling,
A stick,
A stick of rajanigandha,
Rajanigandha blooms,
My love,
My love!
And she,
She taking the stick
Of rajanigandha blooms
Smiling,
Smiling and seeing,
A rajanigandha,
Rajanigandha jasmine herself,
Feeling coy and shy
With the bent eye-brows!
I fear.
I love to take
Time with me.
Murmuring,
I fear.
I hate to take
Sympathy of
Anyone present.
Let the movement of
Life be sportive.
Let the poems go
On zigzag way
But with good motive.
Motion,
I like most.
But I like to
Control emotion
In spring.
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in the flower vase of your heart.
I shall dry my essence, if I have to,
stopping for a moment there.
I shall become, light of that eye,
a birth-blotch on your cheek,
a necklace of pearls
I shall roll day and night
around your neck.
I shall be beauty of your limbs
and incense in wedding night,
dreams in deep slumber,
and water on eyelids.
I shall be queen
on your love’s throne, O my king ,
and dust under your feet,
O my life’s lord.
The flower that blooms
and, drops down in silence
does leave its odour
in heart’s secret chamber.
[Original: Tomar buker fuldanite; Translation: Mohammad Nurul Huda]