Kazi Nazrul Islam - At My Gaze No Longer Laughs the Rose

At my gaze no longer laughs the rose, <br />At the music of my words no longer blossoms forth the flowers <br /> <br />What is the use of going to the fair <br />With the garland of the withered smile? <br />Dose the dark night amaze her disheveled hair <br />Without looking at the moon for a while? <br /> <br />The southern wind brings the springs yet <br />But in the garden the nightingale sings no more. <br />No more does the wild flower in the forest <br />Dance at the sight of the moon <br /> <br />Something is lost, something is missing, <br />My heart feels so empty and old. <br />Ah me, at whose cruel touch <br />Has my heart grown so cold! <br /> <br />[Translation: Kabir Chowdhury]<br /><br />Kazi Nazrul Islam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem..../at-my-gaze-no-longe