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āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋāĻŦ⧇āĻĻāϕ⧇āϰ āύāĻžāĻŽ:
  • āĻĒā§āϰāĻ•āĻžāĻļāĻŋāϤ: āĻļāύāĻŋāĻŦāĻžāϰ, ā§Šā§Ļ āĻĄāĻŋāϏ⧇āĻŽā§āĻŦāϰ, ⧍ā§Ļā§¨ā§Š
  • ā§§ā§Ļā§­ā§Ģ āĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻĒ⧜āĻž āĻšā§Ÿā§‡āϛ⧇

(Bangla version)

āϏāĻ‚āĻ•ā§āώāĻŋāĻĒā§āϤ āĻœā§€āĻŦāύ⧀:

āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋ: ANA NASTASE

āϰ⧋āĻŽāĻžāύāĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻž

āĻĢā§‹āϏāĻžāύāĻŋ, āĻ­āϰāĻžāĻ¨ā§āϏāĻž āĻ•āĻžāωāĻ¨ā§āϟāĻŋ!

āϜāĻ¨ā§āĻŽ: ⧍⧭ āĻŽāĻžāĻ°ā§āϚ, ⧧⧝ā§Ģā§Ģ āĻĒā§āϝāĻžāύāϏāĻŋāω āϏāĻŋāϟāĻŋāĨ¤

āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāϰ āϖ⧁āĻŦ āϛ⧋āϟ āĻŦ⧇āϞāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻ¸ā§āϕ⧁āϞ⧇āϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāĻĨāĻŽāĻŋāĻ• āĻļā§āϰ⧇āĻŖā§€ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋ āĻ­āĻžāϞāĻŦāĻžāϏāĻž āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻā§‹āρāĻ• āĻļ⧁āϰ⧁āĨ¤

āϤāĻžāρāϰ āĻŦāĻžāĻŦāĻž-āĻŽāĻž āĻāχ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋ āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋāĻ­āĻžāϰ āĻŽā§āĻ˛ā§āϝ āĻŦ⧁āĻāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇āύāύāĻŋ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϏ⧇āχ āϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϤāĻžāρāϰāĻž āϰāĻžāϜāĻŋ āĻšāύāύāĻŋ, āĻŽā§‡āϝāĻŧ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž āϚāĻ°ā§āϚāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϏāĻŽāĻ°ā§āĻĨāύ āĻĻāĻŋāϤ⧇, āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āĻŦāϞ⧇āύ āϝ⧇ āφāϗ⧇ āĻļāĻŋāĻ•ā§āώāĻžāϕ⧇ āϗ⧁āϰ⧁āĻ¤ā§āĻŦ āĻĻāĻŋāϤ⧇ āĻšāĻŦ⧇! āϤāĻžāχ āϏ⧇āχ āϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāϰ āϏāĻŽāĻ¸ā§āϤ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž āĻ§ā§āĻŦāĻ‚āϏ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻ—āĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞ, āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻžāϗ⧁āϞāĻŋāϰ āϏāĻžāĻĨ⧇ āύ⧋āϟāĻŦ⧁āĻ•āϟāĻŋ āφāϗ⧁āύ⧇ āϛ⧁āρāĻĄāĻŧ⧇ āĻĢ⧇āϞ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āĻ“āϝāĻŧāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧ!

āĻāϰ āĻ•āĻžāϰāϪ⧇ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋ āĻ…āύ⧇āĻ• āĻ•āĻˇā§āϟ āĻĒ⧇āϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇āύāĨ¤

āĻāϰ āĻĒāϰ⧇ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āφāĻŦāĻžāϰ āϞāĻŋāĻ–āϤ⧇ āĻļ⧁āϰ⧁ āĻ•āϰ⧇āύ āĻ…āύ⧇āĻ• āĻĻ⧇āϰāĻŋāϤ⧇!

āĻāĻ–āύ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻžāϰ āϏāĻŽā§āĻĒāĻžāĻĻāύāĻžāϕ⧇ āϗ⧁āϰ⧁āĻ¤ā§āĻŦ āĻĻāĻŋāϤ⧇ āĻļ⧁āϰ⧁ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύ! āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āχāϤāĻŋāĻŽāĻ§ā§āϝ⧇āχ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻŋ āĻ…ā§āϝāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻĨāϞāϜāĻŋ āĻĒ⧇āϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇āύ, āϖ⧁āĻŦ āĻļā§€āĻ˜ā§āϰāχ āĻĻā§āĻŦāĻŋāϤ⧀āϝāĻŧ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤ⧃āϤ⧀āϝāĻŧāϟāĻŋ āĻĒā§āϰāĻ•āĻžāĻļāĻŋāϤ āĻšāĻŦ⧇!āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āĻžāĻŦā§āϝāĻ—ā§āϰāĻ¨ā§āĻĨ āφāĻ—āĻŽā§€ āϜāĻžāύ⧁āϝāĻŧāĻžāϰāĻŋāϤ⧇(⧍ā§Ļ⧍ā§Ē) āĻŽā§āĻĻā§āϰāĻŋāϤ āĻšāĻŦ⧇!

āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻļāχ āĻŦ⧁āĻ–āĻžāϰ⧇āĻ¸ā§āĻŸā§‡āϰ āϏāĻžāĻšāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āϝ – āĻļ⧈āĻ˛ā§āĻĒāĻŋāĻ• āϏ⧇āύāĻžāĻ•ā§āϞāĻžāϏ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āφāχāĻāĻāϏāφāχ-āϤ⧇ āĻ…āĻ‚āĻļ āύ⧇āύ! āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋāĻĸāĻŧāĻāχ āϏ⧇āύāĻžāĻ•ā§āϞ⧁āϰāĻŋāϰ āĻĢā§āϰ⧇āĻŽāĻ“āϝāĻŧāĻžāĻ°ā§āϕ⧇ āĻŽā§‡āĻĄā§‡āϞ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻĄāĻŋāĻĒā§āϞ⧋āĻŽāĻž āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāĻĒā§āϤ! āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻŦāĻŋāĻ­āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āύ āφāĻ¨ā§āϤāĻ°ā§āϜāĻžāϤāĻŋāĻ• āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋāϝ⧋āĻ—āĻŋāϤāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻ…āĻ‚āĻļāĻ—ā§āϰāĻšāĻŖ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύ, āϝāĻžāϤ⧇ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻŦāĻšā§ āĻĒ⧁āϰāĻ¸ā§āĻ•āĻžāϰ⧇ āĻĒ⧁āϰāĻ¸ā§āĻ•ā§ƒāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇āύ! āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āϏāĻ¤ā§āϝāĻŋāχ āϏāĻžāĻšāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āϝ āϏāĻžāϧāύāĻž āĻĒāĻ›āĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻ•āϰ⧇āύ, āϏāĻžāϧāĻžāϰāĻŖāĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž āϚāĻ°ā§āϚāĻž āϞ⧇āĻ–āĻž āĻ“ āĻĒāĻĄāĻŧāĻž āϤāĻžāϰ āĻāĻ–āύāĻ•āĻžāϰ āύāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āϝāĻĻāĻŋāύ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻžāϜ! āύāĻŋāϜāĻ¸ā§āĻŦ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻļāĻ‚āϏāĻž āĻ“ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦā§€āĻ•ā§ƒāϤāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāϕ⧇ āĻĻāĻžāϰ⧁āύ āĻ‰ā§ŽāϏāĻžāĻš āĻ…āύ⧁āĻĒā§āϰ⧇āϰāĻŖāĻž āĻ“ āφāύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āϝ⧋āĻ—āĻžāϝāĻŧāĨ¤

POET. ANA NASTASE 

āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž: ā§§.

āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻžāϰ āĻĄāĻžāύāĻž

āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻžāϰ āĻāχ āĻ…āύ⧁āĻ­ā§‚āϤāĻŋ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āϕ⧇āω āϤāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰāĻŦ⧇ āύāĻž

āϤāĻžāϰ āĻœā§€āĻŦāύ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻāϟāĻŋ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻŋ āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧāϤāĻŋāϰ āĻŽāϤ⧋ āĻ•āĻ–āύāĻ“ āύāϝāĻŧ, āϐāĻļā§āĻŦāϰāĻŋāĻ• āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻŽāĻšā§Ž!!

āĻāĻ•āϟāĻŋ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻ¸ā§āϤāĻŋ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻŋ āϕ⧋āĻŽāϞāϤāĻž

āĻĻ⧁āχ āĻĻāĻŋāĻ• āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇

āĻāϟāĻŋ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āύ āĻĒā§‚āϰāϪ⧇āϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϕ⧇ āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ

āϏ⧀āĻŽāĻžāĻšā§€āύ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇

āϏāĻŦāĻžāϰ āφāĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻž āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻžāϰ āĻĄāĻžāύāĻž āĻŽā§‡āϞ⧇āĨ¤

āϝāĻĻāĻŋ āĻĨāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻļā§āϰāĻĻā§āϧāĻž āφāϰ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻž

āĻĻ⧁āχ āĻĻāĻŋāĻ• āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇, āϏāĻŦāĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁ āϏāĻ‚āϝ⧁āĻ•ā§āϤ āĻŦāϞ⧇ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻšāĻšā§āϛ⧇

āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻšā§ƒāĻĻāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻ­āĻžāϞāĻŦāĻžāϏāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝāĨ¤

āĻĒā§āϰ⧇āĻŽ āϝāĻ–āύ āϐāĻļā§āĻŦāϰāĻŋāĻ• āĻšāϝāĻŧ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻšāϝāĻŧ āϏāĻŦāχ āφāϏāϛ⧇

āφāĻŽāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϕ⧇, āĻ…āĻŦāĻŋāϰāĻžāĻŽ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻžāϰ āĻĄāĻžāύāĻž āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĨ¤

āϝāĻžāϤ⧇ āφāĻŽāϰāĻž āĻāĻ•āϏāĻžāĻĨ⧇ āωāĻĄāĻŧāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰāĻŋ

āĻ­āĻžāϞāĻŦāĻžāϏāĻž āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϏ⧀āĻŽāĻžāĻšā§€āύāϤāĻžāϰ āϏāĻžāĻĨ⧇

āĻĻ⧇āĻ“āϝāĻŧāĻž āĻšā§ƒāĻĻāϝāĻŧ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āφāĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻž āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇

āĻāϟāĻž āĻŦā§‹āĻāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻŽāĻšā§ŽāĨ¤

āϝāĻ–āύ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āϏāĻ¤ā§āϝāĻŋāχ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏ⧋

āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻœā§€āĻŦāύ⧇ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ…āύ⧁āĻ­āĻŦ āĻ•āϰ⧋ āϝ⧇ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āωāĻ¨ā§āύāϤāĻŋ āĻ•āϰāϛ⧋, āϤāĻžāĻšāϞ⧇ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻž āĻāĻ•āĻžāχ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ

āĻĻāĻžāύ ,āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āϖ⧁āĻļāĻŋ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻšāϝāĻŧ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ­āĻžāϏāϛ⧋!

āϤāĻžāϰāĻŋāĻ–: ā§¨ā§Ž-⧧⧍-⧍ā§Ļā§¨ā§ŠāϞ⧇āĻ–āĻ•:

ANA NASTASE āϰ⧋āĻŽāĻžāύāĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻž! ÂŠī¸ āϞ⧇āĻ–āϕ⧇āϰ

POET. ANA NASTASE

āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž-⧍

āφāĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻžāϰ āφāύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ

āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āϕ⧋āϞ⧇ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻĨāĻžāĻ•āϤ⧇ āϚāĻžāχ āφāϰ- āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āϐāĻļā§āĻŦāϰāĻŋāĻ• āĻšā§‹āϖ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āϤ⧇ āϕ⧇āĻŽāύ

 āύ⧀āϞ āϏāĻžāĻ—āϰ⧇ āĻ“ āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋāϰ⧋āϧ āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āύāĻž āĻĒ⧇āϰ⧇

āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĻ⧇āĻ“āϝāĻŧāĻž āĻšāĻžāϏāĻŋ āĻ…āĻĒāĻžāϰ āφāύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ⧇āĨ¤

āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āϕ⧋āĻŽāϞ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϐāĻļā§āĻŦāϰāĻŋāĻ• āĻ•āĻŖā§āĻ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāϰ

āϘāĻŖā§āϟāĻžāϰ āĻĒāϰ āϘāĻŖā§āϟāĻž āĻļ⧁āύāϤāĻžāĻŽ āĻŦāĻŋāϰāĻ•ā§āϤ āύāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇

āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϤāϤ āĻ•āĻĨāĻž āĻŦāϞāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰāĻŋ!

āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϭ⧁āϞ āĻšāϞ⧇, āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧāϤ

āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻāĻ–āύ āφāĻĒāύāĻžāϰ āϭ⧁āϞ, āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻž

āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āϰ⧇āĻšāĻžāχ āĻĻāĻžāĻ“ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻļāĻŋāĻ•ā§āώāĻž āĻĻāĻžāĻ“

āĻ•āĻŋāĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇ āĻāĻ—ā§‹āϤ⧇ āĻšāĻŦ⧇!

āύāĻž āφāϰ⧋ āĻŽāύ āĻ–āĻžāϰāĻžāĻĒ, āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻšā§ƒāĻĻāϝāĻŧ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇

āĻĒā§āϞāĻŋāϜ, āĻ•āĻžāϰāĻŖ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻŋ

āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇āĻ“ āĻŦāϞāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧋ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻ•āĻĨāĻž, āĻ…āĻĒā§āϰāϝāĻŧā§‹āϜāύ⧀āϝāĻŧ āϕ⧇āύ āĻĻ⧁āĻ°ā§āĻŦā§‹āĻ§ā§āϝ, āϤāĻžāχ āύāĻž?

 “āĻ•ā§āώāĻŽāĻž”

āĻāϟāĻž āĻ•āĻŋ āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āĻ“āϝāĻŧāĻž āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ āύāĻž?

āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻ­āĻžāϞ āĻ•āϰ⧇āχ āϜāĻžāύāĻŋ āϝ⧇ āĻ–āĻžāϰāĻžāĻĒ āωāĻĻā§āĻĻ⧇āĻļā§āϝ āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āύāϝāĻŧ, āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻ–āύāĻ“ āϭ⧁āϞ, āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻļ⧁āϧ⧁āĻŽāĻžāĻ¤ā§āϰ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ!

āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϏāĻŦāϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧ āĻŦāϞāĻŋ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻŋ,

āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻŦāĻžāϏ,āĻ…āĻŦāĻļā§āϝāχ āφāϛ⧇ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻ•ā§āώāĻŽāĻž āĻ•āϰ⧋

āĻāĻŽāύ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻŋ āϛ⧋āϟ āϭ⧁āϞ⧇āϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āϝāĻž āϤ⧁āĻšā§āĻ›… āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻ­āĻ°ā§ā§ŽāϏāύāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻŦāϞ⧁āύ āĻ…āύ⧇āĻ• āĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁,āϝ⧇ āĻšā§ƒāĻĻāϝāĻŧ āϏ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāĻ¤ā§āϤāĻž āĻĻ⧇āϝāĻŧ āύāĻž!

āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ•āĻžāĻ¨ā§āύāĻž āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āϚāĻžāϞ⧁ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āĻ•āĻˇā§āϟ, āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻāϟāĻž āĻ­āĻžāϞ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āĻāĻ•āĻĻāĻŽāχ āύāĻž, āϏāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻ¯ā§āϝāĻ•āĻžāϰ⧀ āĻĢ⧇āϰ⧇āĻļāϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻĄāĻžāĻ•āĻŋāĨ¤

āĻāĻ•āϏāĻžāĻĨ⧇ āϝāĻ–āύ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āϏāĻ‚āĻŦ⧇āĻĻāύāĻļā§€āϞ āĻšā§ƒāĻĻāϝāĻŧ āϕ⧇āρāĻĒ⧇ āĻ“āϠ⧇āĨ¤ āϕ⧇āύ, āϝāĻ–āύ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏ⧋, āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ•āĻžāωāϕ⧇ āĻŦāϞ⧋ āύāĻž āϏāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ā§āĻŦāύāĻžāϰ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļ⧁āĻĻā§āϧ āϚāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤāĻž āϏāĻš āύ⧀āϰāĻŦ⧇ āĻ•āĻˇā§āϟ āĻĒāĻžāĻ“āĨ¤

āĻ•ā§āώāĻŽāĻž āĻ•āϰ⧁āύ – āĻĻāϝāĻŧāĻž āĻ•āϰ⧇ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āφāĻĒāύāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻŦāϞāĻŋ

āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻŦāĻžāϏ āφāϛ⧇ – āψāĻļā§āĻŦāϰ⧇ ,āϝ⧇ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āϏāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻ¯ā§āϝ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύ! āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻ•ā§āώāĻŽāĻž āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻšāĻŦ⧇!

āφāĻŽāĻŋ āφāϰ āĻ•āĻ–āύ⧋ āϭ⧁āϞ āĻ•āϰāĻŦ āύāĻž!

āϤāĻžāχ āϚāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤāĻž āĻ“ āĻšā§ƒāĻĻāϝāĻŧ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āϏāĻ°ā§āĻŦāĻĻāĻž āĻ­āĻžāϞāĻŦāĻžāϏāĻŦā§‹!

āϤāĻžāϰāĻŋāĻ–: ā§¨ā§Ž.⧧⧍.⧍ā§Ļā§¨ā§Š

ÂŠī¸ āϞ⧇āĻ–āϕ⧇āϰ

āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž-ā§Š

āĻ…āύ⧇āĻ• āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ āĻ—ā§‹āϞāĻžāĻĒ

āĻāĻ•āϟāĻŋ āĻ—ā§‹āϞāĻžāĻĒ…

āĻŽāĻšāĻžāύ āφāĻ­āĻŋāϜāĻžāĻ¤ā§āϝ,

āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻšā§‹āϖ⧇āϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϕ⧇ āϤāĻžāĻ•āĻžāϞ⧇āύ

āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϏ⧇ āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻĢāĻŋāϏāĻĢāĻŋāϏ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āĻŦāϞāϞ…

āύāĻŋāĻšā§‡ āύāĻŽāύ āĻ•āϰāĻž

āĻāĻ•āϟ⧁ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϕ⧇!

āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϏ⧇āĻ–āĻžāύ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āϤ⧁āϞ⧇ āύāĻŋāϤ⧇…

āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻŋ,āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ•āĻžāωāϕ⧇

āĻĻ⧇āĻ“āϝāĻŧāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ!

āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¸ā§āĻŽāϝāĻŧ⧇āϰ āϏāĻžāĻĨ⧇ āϜāĻŋāĻœā§āĻžā§‡āϏ āĻ•āϰāϞāĻžāĻŽ? āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āϕ⧇āύ āύāĻŋāϤ⧇ āϚāĻžāĻ“?

āϝ⧇ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āϖ⧁āĻŦ āϖ⧁āĻļāĻŋ! āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āϖ⧁āĻŦ āϏ⧁āĻ¨ā§āĻĻāϰ…

āφāϰ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāϟāĻž āϏāĻšā§āϝ āĻ•āϰāϤāĻžāĻŽ āύāĻž,

āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϭ⧇āĻ™ā§āϗ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϤ⧇…āϏ⧇ āĻā§āρāϕ⧇ āĻ›āĻŋāϞ,

āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻĻā§āĻŦāĻžāϰāĻž, āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āφāϏāϞ⧇

āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āϕ⧇āύ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧋ āύāĻž

āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻ•āĻˇā§āϟ āĻĒ⧇āϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧇āύ!

āύāĻž…āύāĻž…āĻĻ⧇āϖ⧁āύ- āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āϖ⧁āύ

āϝ⧇ āĻŦāĻžāϤāĻžāϏ āϕ⧇āĻŸā§‡ āϗ⧇āϛ⧇

āĻāĻ–āĻžāύ⧇, āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āϜāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻ—āĻžāϝāĻŧāĨ¤

āϏ⧇ āĻ•āĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇, āĻ•āĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇

āϝ⧇ āϤāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻžāϤāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋ āϘ⧁āĻŽ āϭ⧇āϙ⧇ āϗ⧇āϞ!

āĻ“āĻš… āψāĻļā§āĻŦāϰ, āĻāχ

āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŋ āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻŦāϞāϤ⧇ āϚāĻžāĻ“…

āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻžāĻĨāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻ“ āύ⧇āχ

 āĻ…āϤ⧀āϤ,

āϝ⧇ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻāϤ āĻ•āĻˇā§āϟ

āφāϰ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋāĻ“ āϚāĻžāχ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻž āĻĒā§āϰ⧇āĻŽāĻŋāĻ•!

āϤāĻžāϰāĻĒāϰ āϤāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻžāϤāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋ āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āύāĻŋāϞāĻžāĻŽ

āφāϰ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻžāϰ āϏāĻžāĻĨ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϞāĻžāĻŽ

āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧāϤāĻŋ āϕ⧇ āϜāĻžāύāϤ?

āĻāĻ–āύ āϏ⧇ āĻāĻ–āĻžāύ⧇ āϖ⧁āĻļāĻŋ…

āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻŦāĻžāρāϚāĻžāϞāĻžāĻŽ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϏ⧇ āϘāϰ⧇…

āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽāϤ⧋ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϝāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻĒāĻžāĻļ⧇…āĻĢ⧁āϞāĻĻāĻžāύāĻŋāϤ⧇ (āĻĢ⧁āϞ⧇āϰ)

āĻāϟāĻž āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āϤ⧇ āϏ⧁āĻ¨ā§āĻĻāϰ!

āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻžāύāĻŋ āφāϛ⧇ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϏ⧇ āĻāϟāĻž āĻĒāĻ›āĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻ•āϰ⧇

āĻāϟāĻž āϝāĻĨ⧇āĻˇā§āϟ āϝ⧇ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āφāϰ āĻŽāĻŋāĻĨā§āϝāĻž āĻŦāϞ⧇āύ āύāĻž!

āϏ⧇āĻ“ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏ⧇ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻšāϝāĻŧ

 āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϏ⧇ āϖ⧁āĻŦ āϖ⧁āĻļāĻŋ!

āϤāĻžāϰāĻŋāĻ–: ā§¨ā§Ž-⧧⧍-⧍ā§Ļā§¨ā§Š

ÂŠī¸ āϞ⧇āĻ–āϕ⧇āϰ

POET. ANA NASTASE 

āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž-ā§Ē

āφāĻĒāύāĻŋ āϭ⧁āϞāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰāĻŦ⧇āύ āύāĻž

 

āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώāϟāĻŋāϰ āύ⧇āχ āϕ⧋āύ āĻĻā§‹āώ āύ⧇āχ

āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āϏ⧇āĻ“ āϭ⧁āϞāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āύāĻž!

āϝ⧇ āĻšā§‹āĻ– āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻŽā§āĻ—ā§āϧ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻŦāĻŋāϰāĻ•ā§āϤ!

āφāϕ⧁āϞ āĻšā§ƒāĻĻāϝāĻŧ āĻĻā§€āĻ°ā§āϘāĻļā§āĻŦāĻžāϏ āĻĢ⧇āϞ⧇ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ – āϤāĻžāϰ āĻœā§āĻŦāϞāĻ¨ā§āϤ āϚāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧ

āĻāĻŽāύāĻ•āĻŋ āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϕ⧇ āύāĻŋāĻ°ā§āĻĻā§‹āώ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻ•āϰ⧇

āϝ⧇ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āϤāĻžāĻ•āĻžāύ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϚāĻžāύ āύāĻž!

āĻāϟāĻž āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽāύ⧇ āϰāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϗ⧇āϞ

āϏ⧇āχ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻŽāĻŋāĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻšā§‡āĻšāĻžāϰāĻž

āĻ•āĻŖā§āĻ āĻšā§€āύ, āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āϕ⧇āρāĻĻ⧇ āωāĻ āϞ

āϕ⧇āω āϜāĻžāύāϤ āύāĻž āĻ•āĻŋ āĻšāĻŦ⧇āĨ¤

āϝ⧇ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻ–āύ⧋ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻŦ⧇

āφāϰ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋāĻ“ āϚāĻžāĻ“āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ āϜāĻžāύāϤ⧇ āϝ⧇- āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻļ⧇āώ āĻœā§€āĻŦāύ⧇ āĻāϟāĻž āϕ⧋āĻĨāĻžāĻ“ āĻŦāĻžāχāϰ⧇ āĻĒā§āϰāĻĻāĻ°ā§āĻļāĻŋāϤ āĻšāĻŦ⧇

āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻšā§‹āĻ– āϤāĻžāρāϕ⧇ āĻŽā§āĻ—ā§āϧ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇!

āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻšā§ƒāĻĻāϝāĻŧ āϜāϝāĻŧ āĻ•āϰāĻŦ⧇

āĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁āĻ•ā§āώāϪ⧇āϰ āύ⧀āϰāĻŦāϤāĻžāϰ āϏāĻžāĻĨ⧇

āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻāĻ•āϟ⧁ āϜāĻŋāĻœā§āĻžā§‡āϏ āύāĻž āĻ•āϰ⧇āχ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āχāĻšā§āĻ›āĻž āĻ›āĻŋāϞ āĻŽāĻšāĻžāύ āφāϰ āϏ⧇ āϰāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϗ⧇āϞ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŦ⧁āϕ⧇!

āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āϤāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻ…āĻĒ⧇āĻ•ā§āώāĻž āĻ•āϰ, āϝ⧇āĻŽāύ āϏ⧂āĻ°ā§āϝ āĻ“āϠ⧇, āϏ⧂āĻ°ā§āϝāĻžāĻ¸ā§āϤ āĻĒāĻ°ā§āϝāĻ¨ā§āϤ

āϏ⧇āχ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻž āĻ…āĻŦāĻŋāϰāĻžāĻŽ āĻœā§āĻŦāϞ⧇, āĻœā§āĻŦāϞāĻ¨ā§āϤ āφāϗ⧁āύ⧇āϰ āĻŽāϤ⧋!

āϤāĻžāϰāĻŋāĻ–: ā§¨ā§Ž-⧧⧍-⧍ā§Ļā§¨ā§Š

ÂŠī¸ āϞ⧇āĻ–āϕ⧇āϰāĨ¤

āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž-ā§Ģ

āĻļāĻŋāϖ⧁āύ – āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻ­āĻžāϞāĻŦāĻžāϏāϤ⧇ āϝāĻžāĻšā§āĻ›āĻŋ

āφāĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĻāϰāϜāĻžāϝāĻŧ

āĻ­āĻžāĻ—ā§āϝ āĻ•āĻŋ āϏāĻšā§āϝ āĻ•āϰ⧇, āĻ•āĻŽāύ⧀āϝāĻŧ āϏ⧁āĻ—āĻ¨ā§āϧāĻŋ

āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋāϟāĻž āĻŽā§āĻšā§‚āĻ°ā§āϤ āĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻŋāϰ!

āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āύ⧇ āĻĨāĻžāĻ•āϤ āφāχāĻ­āĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻž

āϝāĻž āĻ…āϏ⧀āĻŽ āĻĒāĻĨ⧇ āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϝāĻ–āύ āĻĒā§āϰ⧇āĻŽ!

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🔴A collection of poems by the Romanian poet ANA NASTASE🔴

Brief Biography:

 

Poet: ANA NASTASE

Romania.

 Focsani, Verancea County!

Born: March 27, 1955 Panciu City.

The poet’s love and inclination towards poetry started at a very young age from the primary class of school.

Her parents did not understand the value of this poetic talent and at that time they did not agree to support the girl’s poetry practice, they said that education should be given importance first! So from that time all the poems of the poet were destroyed, the notebook with the poems was thrown into the fire!

Due to this the poet suffered a lot.

After that he started writing again very late!

Now he began to pay attention to the editing of poetry! He’s already got an anthology out, a second and third coming out soon!and a book of poetry coming out next January (2024)!

He often participates in Bucharest Literary – Artistic Senaclass and IASI! Received medals and diplomas in the framework of the Senaclari! He has participated in various international competitions, in which he has been awarded many prizes! He really likes literary pursuits, writing and reading poetry in general is his daily routine now! Appreciation and recognition of one’s own poetry gives great encouragement and joy to the poet.

Poetry: 1.

wings of love

This feeling of love

No one can drive him away

From his life it is never like a destiny,

Divine and Magnificent!!

A relief and a softness

From two sides

It leads to the fulfillment of dreams

With unlimited love

From everyone’s soul

Love has wings.

If there is respect and love

from both sides,

Everything seems connected

For the love in your heart.

When love is divine

Everything seems to be coming

Towards us, endlessly

With the wings of love.

So that we can fly together

With love and infinity

 From heart and soul given

It is great to understand.

when you really love

And in life you feel that you are progressing,

Then love alone is for you

donation

You are happy and feel like you are floating!

28/12/23

Author: ANA NASTASE Romania! ÂŠī¸ by the author

Poem-2

oy of the soul

I want to be in your arms

And – how it looks in your divine eyes

In the blue sea and unable to resist

Your smile

With immense joy.

Your soft and divine voice

I used to listen for hours

 without getting bored

At least I can talk!

If I’m wrong, they might be

And now your wrong, I see

Spare me and teach me

How to proceed!

No more upset, and from the heart

Please, because I am

love you

You can tell me too

My point, unnecessary why

Absurd, isn’t it?

 “Excuse”

Can it not be given to me?

I know very well that not with bad intentions,

I’m still wrong, and only you!

i always say i love you

Faith, of course

and forgive me

For such a small mistake that is trivial…

Tell me many things with rebuke, that heart he cares not!

And tears turn me on

Suffering, and it’s not good

Not at all, I call the Helping Angel

Together when my sensitive heart trembles. Why, when you love, you tell no one Suffer in silence with pure thoughts of comfort.

Excuse me – please

i tell you

I have faith – in God, that he helped me!

And I must forgive!

I will never make a mistake again!

So with thought and heart

I will always love you!

Date: 28.12.2023

ÂŠī¸ by the author

Poem-3

Very dear rose

A rose…

great nobility,

He looked into my eyes

And she whispered to meâ€Ļ

bend down

A little towards him!

And to pick him up from thereâ€Ļ

I love him, and anyone

To give!

I asked with surprise? But why do you want to take it?

That makes you so happy!

you are so beautiful…

And I couldn’t stand it,

To break you…

he was leaning

By another, and in fact

why can’t you see

He suffered!

No…no…look – take a good look

The wind that has passed

Here, at my place.

What did he do, what did he do

That woke up early!

Oh… God, this

do you want to tell me…

Not even in my head

past,

that you have so much trouble

And you want a lover!

Then took it quickly

And I gave it with love

Who knew destiny?

Now she is happy here…

I saved him and he is in the houseâ€Ļ

Beside others like him…in a vase (of flowers)

It looks beautiful!

He has water and he likes it

It is enough that he no longer lies!

He seems to love it too

And she is very happy!

Date: 28-12-2023

ÂŠī¸ by the author

Poem-4

you can’t forget

Love has no fault

But he can not forget!

The eyes that fascinated him and they bored him!

The yearning heart sighs and – in his burning thoughts

Even thinks himself innocent

That he looked and did not want!

It stuck in his mind

 A sweeter look than that

Voiceless, they cried

No one knew what would happen.

That you will still love

And you also want to know that in your last life it will appear somewhere out there

Your eyes fascinated him!

And you will win her heart

With a moment of silence

Without asking you, your desire was great and he remained in your chest!

You wait for him, like the sun rises, until the sun sets

That love burns endlessly, like a burning fire!

Date: 28-12-2023

ÂŠī¸ by the author.

Poem-5

Learn – I’m going to love you

At the door of the soul

what fate endures,

Lovely fragrance

Every moment is fixed!

Ivia lived in a dream

Which leads to infinity

When love!

My mantra-neglect!

Like sorrow of soul

In his calls and dreams

In the night everything is whispered you told me: learn to love you!

When the heart is full of desire and he is very thoughtful

The soul you gave

You are a traveler at night!

When the mind loves

He only knows how to dream of his sweet call!

In -to try, to oppose

He turns into a wall,

on the wall of immortality,

How dare you

Hugs – dawn!

Date: 28-12-2023

ÂŠī¸ by the author.

Poem-6

desire

Not really in life

Surya, desire and joy is a thought and a desire

The heart is truly soothed,

The soul sighs.

Time flies

You can’t see him

And then you’ll see him again! When he passed his studies,

He takes and spends everything,

He spends his moments as he pleases

Don’t care about anyone.

Everything has to do with desire!

who is a traveller,

A mystery, what-try! Seized, without fear

To enter life.

Desire if not

we won’t live alone

And we will not live

Without desire and love.

People are not happy

Craving for is appreciated! And

you feel it constantly

knowing all is well,

And you, who is by your side

You can’t drive him away

Not in your life!

Date: 28-12-2023

ÂŠī¸ by the author.

(in romana)

Scurta biografie: Poet: ANA Nastase Romania Focsani, judetul Verancea! Născut: 27 martie 1955 Pansue City. Dragostea și ÃŽnclinația către poezie a poetului au ÃŽnceput ÃŽncă de la școala primară a școlii cÃĸnd era foarte mic. Părinții ei nu au ÃŽnțeles valoarea talentului acestui poet și la vremea aceea nu au fost de acord să susțină practica poeziei de către fetiță, au spus că trebuie să li se acorde importanță mai ÃŽntÃĸi educației! Deci din acel moment toate poeziile poetului au fost distruse, caietul a fost aruncat ÃŽn foc cu poeziile! Din această cauză poetul a suferit mult. După aceea a ÃŽnceput să scrie din nou prea tÃĸrziu! Acum a ÃŽnceput să dea importanță editării poeziei! Are deja o antologie, a doua și a treia vor fi publicate ÃŽn curÃĸnd! Și o carte de poezie va fi tipărită ÃŽn ianuarie (2024)! Participă des la literatura bucureşteană – cenacluri artistică şi IASI! A primit medalii și diplome ÃŽn cadrul acestei senaclerii! A participat la diverse competiții internaționale, la care a fost distins cu numeroase premii! Îi plac foarte mult activitățile literare, să scrie și să citească poezie ÃŽn general este munca lui de zi cu zi! Aprecierea și recunoașterea propriei poezii oferă poetului o mare ÃŽncurajare și bucurie. * În ediția actuală a ziarului bengalez (Pen đŸ–Šī¸ CRAFT), au fost compilate o grămadă de poezii ale acestui poet romÃĸn ÃŽn bengaleză și engleză. Îi transmitem sincerele felicitări poetului și ÃŽi dorim succes ÃŽn viața poetului—(Redactor)

Poet. Ana Nastase

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Md.Sadiqur Rahman Rumen 

Traducere bengaleză și engleză a poeziei din originalul romÃĸnesc de către poetul Md. Sadiqur Rahman Rumen, editor PEN CRAFT đŸ–Šī¸

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