How kind she
Let lamp light dimly
With homemade clay pot handily
The oil therein gives coolness
My eyes turn with brightness
I remember her gesture
Despite being poor
She feeds me with rich milk
And wraps in best silk
I am her hope
And she wants emon the top
With no source to support
She takes me with her natural art
Her melodious voice
And bright eyes with promises
All I gather today in memory
For me she is lightened with divinity
I may die even in no time
But her reflection in me
Reveals how kind she was!
What life she really chose?
I may die even in no time But her reflection in me Reveals how kind she was! What life she really chose?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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