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The sailor of the seven seas
Farrukh Ahmad

I do not know, overcoming how many curtains of darkness
the day has dawned.
Green leaves of the orange groves are fluttering.
At your door tidal foams of the seven seas are heaving,
Are you not waking up? Are you yet to wake up?
The sailor of the seven seas tows the ship at the door.
That's a motionless picture, as it were the picture
is retraced today.
There's no water for rudder; the ship is not sailing,
O Sailor, keep your words, come up, come to the team
of the sailors, And see that the ship starts sailing on sea-waters
As if a full-moon on the blue sea.
It overcomes all the barriers to get over the waves of the clouds.
That's why the rudder of your ship is broken;
Then you wake up.
Even when the sweet-scented white
Hasnahena flowers fell off the mom yet you are not
waking up from your sleep!
You are yet to wake up?
Aren't you?
Do you hear the hissing sounds of snakes at your door?
What a large number of starved people crowd there!
O Sailor, spread your business.
Do you hear me?
Otherwise everything will rend asunder!
Don't you see them following the false allurement and continuously going downward?
O Sailor! You know well that your star has not put off its glow;
This desert has dreamt of your moon-lit night,
Your masters have assembled, helmsmen are at the horizon,
What makes you fear then, what makes you shiver
for unknown fears?
Is your ship getting its bottom ripped open?
Have the clouds overwhelmed your stars?
That's why the rudder of your ship is broken;
That's the reason why the starved ones are tottering over the sea,
And the empty sails are fluttering by the swelled winds?
I don't know why I call you,
O sailor of the seven seas,
For sounds of coconut branches of the coral islands
are heard,
Your sailor has no patience in this sleep.
The growling rage of the seven seas heaves the
envenomed foams.
Whereas the unknown voyagers get along the sky;
The green leaves of the orange groves are fluttering,
Who will fulfil your business in hardened time?
 You are hearing only the rhymes of bad dreams!
Have not yet repaid the debt of the violent night?
 The day has dawned, yet you are not waking up!
Are you yet to wake up ?

O sailor! do not fear this time,
gather the wonderment of the star,
you are the traveller of Hera,
Let from the leaves of orange that fell out of this storm
there are more leaves,
There are innumerable crowds there-where
the royal gateway to Hera is awaiting aboard the sky.

That's the way where one has to come across the desert,
Come across the saline waters of the sea, still
Therein lies the goal, shades of groves, and savoury water.
Then unfurl your sail, then take off the anchor!
Now at the end of the path the gateway to Hera is
onward, I know.
Then take off the anchor, unfurl the sail... Now unfurl the sail.
Translation: M. Mizanur Rahman

Flower
Julian Parrish

Flower, why you hasten away and feel bore?
Because; hanging on the neck of evil and boor!
Please stay on the altar couple of hours more,
And let me pray silently on the holy floor,
Then lie together in dark room without door.

Flower life is miraculous and very wonderful,
Although, without dress but looks beautiful.    
Famous pretty woman can not be attractive,
Even though; she dressed very expensive.

Like flower, no one can be innocent and pure,
So we like to give flower and make sure,
When we love and respect to human being, 
While pray and worship to God for blessing.

Her face is very heart catching and delightful,
But she can not talk so it is very painful. 
She is very productive, pleasant and colourful,
And always looks very jolly and youthful.

Life is short but very beautiful, petted and lucky,
So everywhere we present her and can see,    
Rituals are religious, joyful even mournful,    
But she always stays there very cool.

Full-blown bud shows her calm and divinity.
Always happy because no anxiety and poverty.
We get respect, joy and love by her duty.
Like her; do we have any worth and ability?    

She has attractive youth, colours and honey, 
By her; we get sweet, crops, glory and money,
Human and bees love her as cordial crony, 
Still we are brainy but unlike her so it is funny.
Petals look fair when sway by the gentle air.    
Girls and women put on the topknot of hair,     
And lover gives flower in the start of affairs.
So with flower; there is nothing to compare.

She feels good when present her to a parson,     
She feels bad when award her to an evil person.
So we must preserve her right like a teen girl   
As always she gives us more valuable than pearl.    

Her grace, colour, softness, magic and fine scent,
Perform for many purposes as an ornament.      
Artist, children, student and tutor love to paint
Like her; help me to get love of all with saint.