Memories of liking can not be forgotten, <br /> <br />so I visit your compound again and again, <br /> <br />The curved moon still rises in the sky, <br />the purple flower blooms in my garden; <br />and the bird sings 'piya, piya' on riyal branches. <br />The light that plays on its flute at radiant dawn, <br />now overflows my heart with endless joy. <br /> <br />O my sweet darling, <br />desert's desire still lingers in my heart. <br />and the body- Yamuna swells <br />in utmost affection. <br /> <br />[Original: Bhalo lagar smriti; Translation: Mohammad Nurul Huda]<br /><br />Kazi Nazrul Islam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-of-liking/
