My Dawn ~by Ziauddin Bulbul

 

 

My Dawn
(Concluding Part)

When you’d gone away,
colouring itself with the glow of morn the star
Covering its eyes with snowy mist went afar
When you’d gone away, from the grove of my honeysuckle
the thief drinks the nectar of my blooming flowers

The eye of sun in the other side of the river
coloured the sky
And right then the remaining Maya of unknown has disappeared
I’ve extended my looks far to farthest
where the shade of moist dark and
beside it the glow of unfolded light
Where that beauty which cannot be caught by looks
That beauty which is fulfilled in the dream assembly of darkened night

Where that you? whom I saw before the seeing
Ah that shade erased
but the epitome awakes
in witness whereof

When you’d gone away in the garden of my honeysuckle
Petals bloomed and the dream of flowers come with my dawn
No Maya a real dawn arisen from the glacier phase