The painful wail

Consumed with grief I am, I get relief in no way

O circumambient waters of the Ganges drown me

Our land foments excessive mutual enmity

What unity ! Our closeness harbors separation

Enmity instead of sincerity is outrageous

Enmity among the same barn’s grains is outrageous

If the brotherly breeze has not entered in a garden

No pleasure can be derived from songs in that garden

Though I exceedingly love the real closeness

I am upset by the mixing of waves and the shore

The miraculous poet is like the grain from the barn

The grain has no existence if there is no barn

How can beauty unveil itself if no one is anxious for sight

Lighting of the candle is meaningless if there is no assembly

Why does the taste for speech not change to silence

Why does this brilliance not appear out from my mirror

Alas! My tongue poured its speech down

When war’s fire had burnt the garden down

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