Longing, Shortly

The moon came out again
But you did not
My heart was aflame with longing
But without you
It is cold and dark as the sky

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Lata, S. D. Burman, Nutan, Paying Guest



translation:

The moon appears again but you have not come yet.

My heart burns and aches.

What should I do now?

This night says those days are gone.

My heart knows that you are not mine.

Yet I am standing looking for you anxiously.

What should I do now?

The smoke rises from my burning heart.

Do come back please, for I find it difficult to even breathe.

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Update:

Subhasish Bose wrote:

Khudar raajje prithibi gadya maya, purnimar chand jaano jhalsano roti. (In the kingdom of hunger / The full moon looks like a burnt roti.)

-- KABI SUKANTA BHATTACHARYA,uncle of Bhuddhadeb Bhattacharya,ex cm West Bengal

My reply:

I honour a great poet, and a great simile that he versified. As a statement, it is indeed a very powerful image; but as much as I tried to recall any hungry, poor, deprived man or woman or child, or even myself when I was indigent, to even have thought of the moon, as an edible object, let alone a burnt one, I could not. Truly, among all thoughts that pass their minds, the moon, stars, clouds are excluded. This is not to deny Sukantobabu his greatness, or poetic licence.