In this still solitude of deep mid-night <br />Tears unbidden appear in my eyes <br />What recollection doth enrapture <br />Whose disregard doth agonize the breast? <br />What wail of disappointment doth in <br />the bottom of her heart arise and start <br />a flood of tears? <br /> <br />The agony of my unfulfilled life <br />I cannot conceal this mid-night, <br />Thus in the privacy of my solitary, <br />bed I do but burst into overflowing tears. <br /> <br />On such a night arose once a hundred <br />desires in my bosom and now their <br />despondency is writ large in that <br />drooping Shefalika and in the <br />pathos of the Purabi strains. <br /> <br />[Translation: Abdul Hakim]<br /><br />Kazi Nazrul Islam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grief-laden-mid-night/
