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Poem

The moon descended from your sky’
to play in sea-water,
the embankment is erected
lest it does not flee, far and near,

No more to sleep, no more;
the thief moved around and broke the doors;
now take the thief captive under your arms,
shedding tears to your heart’s content.

[Original: Shagor jole khelte elo; Translation: Mohammad Nurul Huda]

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