By the river of Jamuna
Taj, the symbol of beauty and Love
Has stood for ages
To triumph over hatred and ugliness.
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I am not a Christian.
I am not a Muslim.
I am not a Buddhist.
I am not an atheist.
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The light of morrow of my dream
Peeps into the dark cell
Of my imprisoned mind
To free it from the bondage
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Which is called beauty?
Is there any definition of beauty?
No... beauty can not be defined.
Beauty can not be explained.
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Our minds do work like the machines or tools
And make us now the factories of fools.
The beauty of nature now doesn't move us.
To destroy it now we effort so much.
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In the garden of my Love you're a rose
Spreading sweet fragrance in my heart always.
Your addicting smell and charming colour
Supply me every time extreme pleasure.
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O my darling! you are my holy Love.
In my mind's sky you fly like a white dove
And with your sacred Love and divine light
You always make my mind tranquil and bright.
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You may trample me with the feet of lies
Or try to tear my poetic wings always.
Like the new bloomed rose I'll spread sweet perfume
In every heart and mind through my love poems.
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The little drops of dew on the mead
Glitter in the very morning sun light
Like the pearls worn by a maid
In a festival or at her wedding ceremony at night.
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I know very well -
You won't be able to stay away.
With a full hearted touchiness
You wanted to go far away.
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