The Poet

By Padmanath Gohain Barua

Look friend! Here comes a poet all alone,
Along the forest road lost in his thoughts. 
The tune of the silent lyre
Consoles him and agitates.
The tune echoes silently in the ears of each flower 
Pouring sweet melody to each heart.
Our poet the lover is slowly advancing 
We are all engrossed in the joy of the flowers as he advances. 
And there stands the old tree like one whose hair has matted
Sal, Ejar, Nahar, Kadam and all else
Will forget mistaken sorrows.
We all have planned a bright  picture
We will share thoughts, here comes the poet.

Translated by Ananda Bormudoi

Padmanath Gohain Barua (b.1871-d.1946) was a poet, novelist and playwright of Assam, India.

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