Dressed as a bridegroom, I know
my beauty shall come from afar,
across distant lands of separation,
after ages together.

There he comes in silence
attired as my dear death,
who would never leave my home.

[Original: Borer beshe ashbe jani; Translation: Mohammad Nurul Huda]

Kazi Nazrul Islam

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