MATHIN’S VICTORY
Niloy Rafiq
In the Eden of a sunny morning of Kartik, the late-autumn month,
Fallen leaves, veins of tamarisk, tide in the body
Beauty meets the heat of the hidden mountains
The high and low routes are the fragrance of love.
In the city on the border of the green in enchanted songs
Eye soothing view of the rocky beach
The waves searches for the estuary, but separated by pushes
The face of love is invisible in Patuar Tek.
The mind is blown away by the scenery of nature
Wear glasses and mirrors
The water turned blue and blood red!
Burnt ashes wail in the air
Dhiraj is written in history with deceitful eyes
Mathin’s victory in starving to death.
Translated by Jyotirmoy Nandy
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