Bengali Poetry (Translated)

Illusion of Knowledge

Sorrow comes to my dwelling
bearing news of your arrival,
to ready pain's welcome seat
my restless heart stays vigil.

In the eternal you are fleeting,
beyond all forms yet within each form;
you are the treasure of the heart,
beyond knowing in each day's work.

Deep in the soul like music
your love reverberates,
diving deep into love's depths
I have lost myself.

Beyond beauty you are beautiful,
beyond form, O formless one, made of mind;
in the love-fragrance of the soul's incense
may feeling become forever yours.

In sorrow's darkness let your mercy
burn bright as anguish,
that moment of finding you—
that is my consolation.

In memory, thought, and word
I could never touch you,
yet you have given me the strength
to sing your song.
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