Umara De Sarvar

From this life-pond, o my song Fill your beak With the water of my existence. It will not stay until tomorrow - The radiance of pain, Or the swans of grief. Fill your beak today. Listen ,o my song, Life-ponds are deceptive, They dry up in a flash. The water of existence Turns ashen and sour Though you wish it would not happen. Do not blame me tomorrow Do not be angry tomorrow, Fill your beak today. I am told that the swans of grief Are greedy. When a heart dies, they sing. They gather tears in the season of separation, Gather them and fly. They fly away, such a flight do they take, They never return home. Fill your beak today. O my song, If you fill your beak, I will wrap it in gold, I will become your slave, I will become your shadow. I beg you, Do not, like me Die thirsting, Fill your beak today. From this life-pond, o my song Fill your beak With the water of my existence. It will not stay until tomorrow - The radiance of pain, Or the swans of grief. Fill your beak today.