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.