POET. ILEANA PASCU
(BANGLA VERSION)
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(ROMANIAN VERSION)
đ Clipa din visđ
Ileana Pascu (Moreni-RomÃĸnia)
đÃmi ÃŽncÄlzesc sufletul
sub paltonul Česut cu dragoste, din dorinČele perseidelor, care plouÄ peste noi ÃŽn mijlocul lui August.
Luna ÃŽČi ÃŽntinde braČeleÂ
ÃŽntr-o legÄturÄ Či un legÄmÃĸnt strÃĸns,
ca o umbrelÄ sub ploaia de stele, care ne acoperÄ ÃŽn infinitul albastru.
VÃĸntul adie lin, ÃŽntr-un sÄrutÂ
lÄsat ÃŽn treacÄt, peste ochiiÂ
alintaČi cu melancolie,
peste buzele rumenii ,
peste proeminenČele obraznice care deformeazÄÂ
ČesÄtura, dÃĸnd cordului palpitaČii , hrÄnindu-se din vraja magicÄ a iubirii.
(ENGLISH VERSION)
đ The dream momentđ
Ileana Pascu (Moreni-Romania)
đThey warm my soul
under the coat woven with love, from the desires of the Perseids, that rains upon us in the middle of August.
Luna stretches out her arms
in a close bond and covenant,
like an umbrella under the rain of stars, covering us in the blue infinity.
The wind blows gently, in a kiss
left in passing, over the eyes
caressed with melancholy,
over the Romanian lips,
over the naughty protrusions that deform
the fabric, giving the heart palpitations, feeding on the magic spell of love.
Chife Editor: Md. Sadiqur Rahman Rumen
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