Skirting the foot of the hill, by myself I come to a lone well by a paddy and silently look into it. In the well there is the moon, shining bright, clouds flowing by and the sky spreading open. A blue

Till peonies bloom I'll still wait for my spring to come. When peonies drop laboriously their blossoms one by one I’ll then be drowned in sorrows for my loss, spring’s gone. One day in May as it was so

A face I can surely block with my two palms, but my heart of longing, big like a lake, and I cannot help but close my eyes. Lake / Jeong Ji-yong

When you leave, weary of me, I'll bid you silent farewell. An armful of azaleas culled from the hill I'll strew over your path. Step after step, on the flowers Tread lightly, as you walk. When you leave,

Let me have no shame Under the heaven Till I die. Even winds among the foliage Pained my heart. With a heart that sings for the stars, I shall love all things that are dying. And I must fare the path That's

Somethings about Kazi Nazrul Islam. Native name Kazi Nazrul Islam (কাজী নজরুল ইসলাম) Born 24 May 1899[1] Churulia, Burdwan district, Bengal Presidency, British India (now Paschim Bardhaman district, West