O Friend, what shall I talk of my woes

By Lakshminath Bezbaroa

O Friend, what shall I talk of my woes
Poison came out in churning nectar
The sweet honey turned bitter

I wore a jasmine wreath on my bun
Its petals fell off
I kept the bird in a gold cage
That too flew off

At dusk a togar bud blossomed
When the evening breeze sighed
Seen by none smelt by none
That too wilted and died

Translated by Nirendra Nath Thakuria

Lakshmiath Bezbaroa (b. 1864-d. 1938) was a renowned poet, novelist, playwright and satirist of Assam.

Nirendra Nath Thakuria, retired Associate Professor of English, is a translator.

Click here to read the original Assamese poem.

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