hijibiji

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Bhallagchhena...

Jedin onek kichhu bolar thake r ki bolbo kichhutei bujhe uthte pari na, thik sedin-e keu kotha bolar thake na.

Ekhono hatrachchhi... pachchhi na...

Dukkhobilas...

Depression...

Sondeho...

Iirsha...

Kotogulo shobdo, chhobi matha-r bhitor diye elomelo hnete jachchhe...

Confusion...

Ami onno kichhu cheyechhilam...

Abar palate ichhe korchhe...

Onekdin chhilo na, abar fire elo?

Eibar? Erpor?

Kauke chhnute parle bhalo hoto... kintu keu nei...

Para jeto, kintu ekhon r ichhe kore na. Kichhui korte ichhe kore na...

Jokhon ichhe kore, paowa jabe na, jani. Onno dike bhese gechhe...

More gelei hoy? Moreo na to...

"Mobile phone... Memory.. Tor number..."

Would you?

Many men have loved the bells
you fastened to the rein,
and everyone who wanted you
they found what they will always want again.
Your beauty lost to you yourself
just as it was lost to them.

Oh take this longing from my tongue,
whatever useless things these hands have done.
Let me see your beauty broken down
like you would do for one you love.

Your body like a searchlight
my poverty revealed,
I would like to try your charity
until you cry, "Now you must try my greed."
And everything depends upon
how near you sleep to me

Just take this longing from my tongue
all the lonely things my hands have done.
Let me see your beauty broken down
like you would do for one you love.

Hungry as an archway
through which the troops have passed,
I stand in ruins behind you,
with your winter clothes, your broken sandal straps.
I love to see you naked over there
especially from the back.

Oh take this longing from my tongue,
all the useless things my hands have done,
untie for me your hired blue gown,
like you would do for one that you love.

You're faithful to the better man,
I'm afraid that he left.
So let me judge your love affair
in this very room where I have sentenced
mine to death.
I'll even wear these old laurel leaves
that he's shaken from his head.

Just take this longing from my tongue,
all the useless things my hands have done,
let me see your beauty broken down,
like you would do for one you love.

Like you would do for one you love.