Poetry
The Lover
JOY GOSWAMI
Translation IFFAT NAWAZ The book you gave me once on clouds and thunder
I opened it up today. When I turned the page I found it held water up to my waist
Then I turned the page where the waist deep water became part of a river
I can't even place one step inside it, it's now a jungle.
The trees are so tall that they won't even let sunlight
Today there is a gigantic waterfall throbbing vivaciously
The book I had kept it in, now there
Hundreds of birds are flying, chirping, swimming All the books that you had given me are now deserts and mountains
All books are sun, all books are horizon But today happens to be the day when my friends are coming to see my library
To see my worth as a scholar, to see how much knowledge I hold! What will
I show them? With what shall I face them today?
Translation IFFAT NAWAZ The book you gave me once on clouds and thunder
I opened it up today. When I turned the page I found it held water up to my waist
Then I turned the page where the waist deep water became part of a river
- curving far
The book you gave me to learn about plantsI can't even place one step inside it, it's now a jungle.
The trees are so tall that they won't even let sunlight
- reach the ground
The book you gave me to learn about fountains
For all latest news, follow The Daily Star's Google News channel. Today there is a gigantic waterfall throbbing vivaciously
- all day
Even the white feathered page marker you gave meThe book I had kept it in, now there
Hundreds of birds are flying, chirping, swimming All the books that you had given me are now deserts and mountains
All books are sun, all books are horizon But today happens to be the day when my friends are coming to see my library
To see my worth as a scholar, to see how much knowledge I hold! What will
I show them? With what shall I face them today?
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