Bengali Poetry (Translated)

The Path of Surrendering Sorrow

Trapped between these empty, cold walls
I live through days now
whose number I dare not count for fear.

Now I seek solace in scriptures and in worship.
Now I sense God within my own heart.

When you were beside me,
you alone filled every breath.

Today you are not here.
Today what remains is only solitude.

Still the sun rises, flowers bloom, birds sing.
Night, moon, stars... they too remain.
Yet try as I might, I cannot truly feel any of them.

Today I am alone.
Save for one God, I show my sorrow to no one now.

You are gone,
so I have lost the one who understood my grief.
Yet still I remain,
for I have found a path to surrender my sorrow.

Losing you, I have learned, beloved,
that prayer needs no temple, only a heart.
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