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Like medicine in pain, 
like cool water in thirst
and like pleasure in gain, 
mother, you were to me,

though I could not at first
realize it. Now I see
my earth without you hell; 
sorrow rings here like bell.
Never love came to me so deep,
Never love came to me so high;
Now without you I cannot sleep,
Without your love now I do die
As a fish dies without water,
As a tree can't live without soil.
O my Love, Nature's cute daughter,
Without you now all my dreams spoil.

The Moon now looks ugly and fake
As I have got you, o my Moon;
There is now no beautiful lake,
Beautiful sea and fair monsoon,
All the beauties of Nature break
Seeing your face, o Love, o my Moon.

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She: 1

She looks fine when she laughs.
She looks fine when she cries.
She looks fine when she shows anger.

Sayeed, which way you watch the Moon,
she will seem to be the Moon;
the Moon will never look ugly.

She: 2

I.
She was like flowers or flowers were like her.
She was like rivers or rivers like her.
She was like stars or stars like her.

II.
If she cried, she seemed to be a cloud falling down with rain.
When she smiled, it seemed that one-sky-Moonlight had engulfed the whole earth.

III.
Borrowing eyes from pea-cocks, she used to stare at me
or borrowing eyes from her, the pea-cocks used to stare.
She used to stare at me keeping the Bay of Bengal into her eyes
or the Bay of Bengal used to stare borrowing her two eyes.
Much I have swept floor, veranda, yard,
the shade under the mango tree, that of the lemon tree,
and all the passages of the house. I do not know,
in which intoxication or hobby, the rough hand of
our housewife has made all surroundings neat and tidy
by using me every day.

How many brooms there are to accomplish such
simple household chores!
O God, manage for me such a vigorous sweeper
who will sweep with me the whole earth once.

How many garbage and waste are lying on all sides of earth
as if it were a corpse swollen with rottenness!
It is spreading rapturously a terrible bad smell
and the air is getting wet more and more.

O God, manage today such a vigorous sweeper for me
who will sweep the whole earth only once.

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