That I think of you.
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You still make me chilly
Treat thy land so lovely!
A handful of dreams and desires
In the lyrics of the bees.
Words are born at midnight
Autumn-breeze over still lake-water.
Your memories make a desert
Upon the sands of time.
କାଲି ରାତି ସପନ ରେ ଆସି
ମୋ କାନ ରେ ସେ ଧୀର ପବନେସତେ ଅବା ଆତ୍ମା କୁ ଛୁଇଁଚପାହାଡ ର ଘାସୁଆ ଚଟାଣେତୁମ ନୀଳ ଉତ୍ତରୀ କୁ ପାରିମୋ ମଥା କୁ ତୁମ କୋଳେ ରଖିଦେଉଥିଲ ଅଙ୍ଗୁଳି ସ଼ଞ୍ଚାଳି ।ମୋ କ୍ଳାନ୍ତି କୁ, ଅବଶ ଦେହ କୁତୁମ ଛୁଆଁ କରିଲା ସତେଜମୋ ଅନ୍ତର, ଅବଶ ଦେହ କୁଦେଇଥିଲ କି କଅଁଳ ଶେଯ…
And still
As if you wanted to listenTo the dying echoesOf my leafless urgeSnaking through theValley of my just widowed heart.While the shape of dead tollsIn the blue eveningTill the last purple flameOf lust for life-Dies away, leavingHeaps of ashesOn the bald foreheadsOf the darkest hours-In the nuptial bedOf my crystal heart.