Rider
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Kazi Nazrul Islam
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Diving in the eastern sea there rises the golden sun;
nightly tears rolled down and bloomed into flowers, too.
You are a ride you must go
and stand deepest pains-
so the sand-garland of wedding night
you tore 'as you woke up.
[Original: Pub shagore dub diye; Translation: Mohammad Nurul Huda]
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