How long will the spider go on spinning its web
How long will you fashion words
In the immortal snare of non-fulfilment
How long shall I remain half alive
amid the singing of the lark
The river of delusion has lost its course
How long shall I be saturated with aesthetic delight
Honey of the flower is on the river bank
Come, let us go to fetch water
When death blooms in the rose bough
Where, O where is the tray with flowers
For ceremonial greeting?
Translated by Siddique Mahmudur Rahman