Through all these yet unnamed colours and words
When the clock turns counter-clockwise
No navigation
No science in this arch
Invisible on farewell's horizon
And yet so very visible on the firmament of return
Fly, oh sleepless plane, keep flying
When the clock turns counter-clockwise
No navigation
No science in this arch
Invisible on farewell's horizon
And yet so very visible on the firmament of return
Fly, oh sleepless plane, keep flying
1 comment:
Wow :) I loved your translation. Nabarun is such a difficult poet to translate. Well done Arka
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