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Whether unspoken painful eyes of farmers in the fields
Bring more violent message than
The dazzling rays of Sun over the paddy field?
Every words seem entwined in a single melody
Sounds of sawing the log, lathe machine
Making brickbats, whistle of he factory
I wanted to feel the inner rhythm of sound
Beyond human existence
Is there anything called pure sound and simple melody?
Translated by Siddique Mahmudur Rahman