Adieu, my loveliest mother!The beloved land that has nurtured me
and the air that caressed me
in the southern breeze of last spring
and sighed long side by side with my lone soul~
hath taken their leaves as well.
Now, must I go!
The blossoms that hath bloomed in all the
past seasons of sorrow, misery and loneliness-
and ne'er did they forget to spread their gorgeous wings
amidst all the looming darkness crass~
they kept me company, but now they must go.
So do I.
It felt everlasting, the dalliance with the sun rays-
the glistening thunders in the clouds' crowns
the pansies, daffodils and moist honeysuckle fragrances~
the embrace of thee keeping me warm
in the days of harsh blows and lashing whips.
Now the flames of hell ask for me-
they are awake and hungry for my soul;
it's raining rocks and stones o'er me
Must I, take my quiet leave~
Sombre I should go, plunge into stygian
pits of unknown terrors and obvious end.
It's a bleak trail, adorned by mossy skulls
that smile wry as withered jasmines-
filled with drab cries of somnolent souls, demons' songs~
and the blue flames of pain shadow over.
Fireflies and nor the stars in the night sky
can find me ever again and can I see them.
I wasn't meant to last long.
And now should I be on my path;
one last word but, I want to let you know~
thy child, ne'er did they,
stopped loving you.
They came to be shed as dewdrops.
Goodbye, fair earth.
পুনঃপ্রকাশ সম্পর্কিত নীতিঃ এই লেখাটি ছাপা, ডিজিটাল, দৃশ্য, শ্রাব্য, বা অন্য যেকোনো মাধ্যমে আংশিক বা সম্পূর্ণ ভাবে প্রতিলিপিকরণ বা অন্যত্র প্রকাশের জন্য গুরুচণ্ডা৯র অনুমতি বাধ্যতামূলক। লেখক চাইলে অন্যত্র প্রকাশ করতে পারেন, সেক্ষেত্রে গুরুচণ্ডা৯র উল্লেখ প্রত্যাশিত।