Nazrul,
In which temple lie you
Singing
Shyasangeet?
In which terracotta temple
Of heart,
Lie you singing
The songs of Kali?
Your Shyasangeet,
Shyamasangeet
Touches me deeply, Nazrul.
You fluting,
Fluting in the terracotta temple,
Lost in fluting
In your love for Kali!
Why, why is Kali Shyama,
Why, why Dark Black,
The Myth of Creation
So wrapped in mysteries?
So is Radha Shyam,
Somewhat dark, but beautifully bluish,
So we drenched in our devotion,
The colour impacting us!
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I would like to translate this poem
nice poem //// every mystery is hidden in holy blackness!