The Best Philosopher

[Shobuj Taposh]

Beside Karnaphuli*,
Midst leafs of tree,
What am I looking for?

Who lives at far shore?

At night, in my room,
When I see empty pot,
And I see undressed cot,
I become heart-sick more.

Who lives at far shore?

Sometimes, in my sky,
I fly here and there.
Yea, this is my mother:
The best philosopher.

Karnaphuli*: the largest and most important river in Chittagong

[Leanne]

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[Shobuj Taposh]

It is my bangla poem, Shahinur Shaila translated it in English.

[Leanne]

Yeah... sorry if this seems rude, but I actually don't care what it is... there are rules here. Read and follow them if you want to stay.

[milo]

I feel like google translate would have done a better job but I would need to see them side by side to compare

[rowens]

The last time I retranslated someone's translation, they were never heard from again.