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āĻ°āĻŦāĻŋāĻŦāĻžāĻ°, ā§Ļā§Ž āĻ¸ā§‡āĻĒā§āĻŸā§‡āĻŽā§āĻŦāĻ° ā§¨ā§Ļā§¨ā§Ē, ā§Ļā§Ŧ:ā§Ģā§¯ āĻĒā§‚āĻ°ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻšā§āĻ¨

🕌Eid special poetry arrangement-āĻˆāĻĻā§‡āĻ° āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§‡āĻˇ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤āĻž āĻ†āĻ¯āĻŧā§‹āĻœāĻ¨đŸ•Œ

Md. Sadiqur Rahman Rumen
  • āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻ•āĻžāĻļāĻŋāĻ¤: āĻŦā§āĻ§āĻŦāĻžāĻ°, ā§§ā§Ļ āĻāĻĒā§āĻ°āĻŋāĻ˛, ā§¨ā§Ļā§¨ā§Ē
  • ā§Ēā§¯ā§¯ āĻŦāĻžāĻ° āĻĒā§œāĻž āĻšā§Ÿā§‡āĻ›ā§‡

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āĻāĻ•āĻŸāĻŋ āĻ…āĻĻā§āĻ­ā§āĻ¤ āĻĻā§‡āĻļ

 

āĻ…āĻšā§‡āĻ¨āĻž āĻĻā§‡āĻļā§‡āĻ° āĻ¨ā§€āĻ˛ āĻ†āĻ•āĻžāĻļā§‡āĻ° āĻ¨āĻŋāĻšā§‡, āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ¤ā§‹āĻŽāĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻ–ā§āĻāĻœāĻŋ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āĻ¤āĻƒāĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻ˛ā§‡āĻ° āĻ—āĻ­ā§€āĻ°ā§‡, āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻ¤āĻŋāĻŸāĻŋ āĻ¨āĻžāĻ°ā§€āĻ° āĻŽāĻ§ā§āĻ¯ā§‡ āĻ¯ā§‡ āĻāĻ‡ āĻšā§‹āĻ–ā§‡āĻ° āĻŦāĻ¨ā§‡āĻ° āĻŽāĻ§ā§āĻ¯ āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻ¯āĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻ¤āĻŋāĻŸāĻŋ āĻ˜ā§āĻ°āĻžāĻŖā§‡, āĻšāĻžāĻ¸āĻŋāĻ¤ā§‡, āĻŦāĻž āĻœāĻžāĻ¯āĻŧāĻ—āĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ, āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ¤ā§‹āĻŽāĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻ–ā§āĻāĻœāĻŋāĨ¤

 

āĻļā§‡āĻˇ āĻĒāĻ°ā§āĻ¯āĻ¨ā§āĻ¤, āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻšāĻžāĻ¤ā§‡āĻ° āĻŽāĻ§ā§āĻ¯ā§‡ āĻ˛āĻŦāĻŖ āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻœāĻžāĻ¨āĻŋ āĻ¯ā§‡ āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ¤ā§‹āĻŽāĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻšāĻžāĻ°āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡āĻ›āĻŋ, āĻāĻ‡ āĻ–āĻžāĻ˛āĻŋ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āĻ­ā§‚āĻ¤āĻŋāĻŸāĻŋ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻŽāĻ¨āĻ•ā§‡ āĻāĻžāĻāĻ•ā§āĻ¨āĻŋ āĻĻā§‡āĻ¯āĻŧ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ¤ā§‹āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻŽā§āĻ–āĻŸāĻŋ āĻšāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻ•āĻžāĻ°ā§‡āĻ° āĻŽāĻ¤ā§‹ āĻļāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ āĻļāĻŦā§āĻĻ āĻ•āĻ°ā§‡āĨ¤

 

āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ†āĻĒāĻ¨āĻžāĻ° āĻ˛āĻŽā§āĻŦāĻž āĻšā§āĻ˛ā§‡āĻ° āĻĒā§€āĻš āĻ¸ā§āĻ—āĻ¨ā§āĻ§ā§‡āĻ° āĻ¸āĻžāĻĨā§‡ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ†āĻĒāĻ¨āĻžāĻ° āĻŽā§āĻ–ā§‡āĻ° āĻ‰āĻĒāĻ° āĻŦāĻŋāĻ•āĻžāĻ˛ āĻ•ā§‹āĻĨāĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻ°āĻžāĻŽ āĻ¨āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻšāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤āĻž āĻ•āĻ°āĻž āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āĻ§ āĻ•āĻ°āĻ¤ā§‡ āĻļāĻŋāĻ–āĻŦāĨ¤

 

āĻĒā§āĻ°ā§‡āĻŽ āĻāĻ–āĻ¨ āĻ°āĻžāĻ¸ā§āĻ¤āĻž āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻāĻ•āĻž āĻšā§‡āĻāĻŸā§‡ āĻšāĻ˛āĻž āĻāĻ¤āĻŋāĻŽāĨ¤

 

āĻšāĻžāĻ°āĻŋ āĻ—ā§āĻŽā§‡āĻŸāĻž (āĻšāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧāĻžāĻĒāĻžāĻ¸, āĻŽā§‡āĻ•ā§āĻ¸āĻŋāĻ•ā§‹)

 

A STRANGE COUNTRY

 

Under the blue sky of a strange country, I look for you in the depths of my insides in every woman that passes through this forest of eyes in every scent, smile, or place, I look for you.

 

In the end, with salt between my hands I know that I have lost you, this empty feeling skims my mind and your face crumbles making a quiet sound like a moan.

 

I’ll learn to stop thinking about your long hair with its peach aroma and where the afternoon rests on your face.

 

Love is now an orphan walking alone through the streets.

 

CHARY GUMETA (CHIAPAS, MÉXICO)

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āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻ§ā§€āĻ¨āĻ¤āĻžāĻ° āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻĻ

 

āĻ†āĻŽāĻ°āĻž āĻāĻŸāĻž āĻļā§āĻ¨ā§‡āĻ›āĻŋ

āĻ¯āĻ–āĻ¨ āĻāĻŸāĻž āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§‡āĻ° āĻ•āĻžāĻ› āĻĨā§‡āĻ•ā§‡ āĻ•ā§‡āĻĄāĻŧā§‡ āĻ¨ā§‡āĻ“āĻ¯āĻŧāĻž āĻšāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡āĻ›āĻŋāĻ˛

āĻ…āĻĻā§ƒāĻļā§āĻ¯ āĻļāĻ¤ā§āĻ°ā§āĻ° āĻ•āĻžāĻ› āĻĨā§‡āĻ•ā§‡,

āĻ¤āĻžāĻ° āĻĒāĻžāĻ°āĻĢāĻŋāĻ‰āĻŽ

āĻ†āĻĒāĻ¨āĻŋ āĻŦāĻžāĻ¤āĻžāĻ¸ā§‡ āĻāĻŸāĻŋ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āĻ­āĻŦ āĻ•āĻ°āĻ¤ā§‡ āĻĒāĻžāĻ°ā§‡āĻ¨,

āĻ¸ā§‡ āĻŽāĻŋāĻˇā§āĻŸāĻŋ, āĻ¸ā§‡ āĻŽāĻžāĻ¤āĻžāĻ˛

āĻšā§ƒāĻĻāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻŦā§āĻ¯āĻžāĻĨāĻž āĻ•āĻ°āĻ›ā§‡ ,

āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻĢā§āĻ¸āĻĢā§āĻ¸ā§‡āĻ° āĻ¸ā§āĻŸāĻžāĻĢ āĻ•āĻ°āĻ›āĻŋ

āĻ¸ā§‡āĻ‡ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸ā§‡

āĻ†āĻļāĻžāĻŦāĻžāĻĻ,

āĻ¸ā§‡āĻ‡ āĻ‡āĻšā§āĻ›ā§‡āĻ°

āĻŽāĻ¨ā§‡āĻ° āĻŽāĻ§ā§āĻ¯ā§‡ āĻ­āĻŋāĻ¤ā§āĻ¤āĻŋ āĻ•āĻ°ā§‡,

āĻ†āĻĻāĻ° āĻ•āĻ°āĻ¤ā§‡

āĻ˜āĻžāĻ¸ā§‡āĻ° āĻ¸ā§āĻ¤ā§‹,

āĻāĻ•āĻŸāĻŋ āĻ¸āĻžāĻĻāĻž āĻĢā§āĻ˛,

āĻ“āĻ‡ āĻ°ā§‡āĻ•ā§‡ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āĻ­āĻŦ āĻ•āĻ°āĻžāĻ° āĻœāĻ¨ā§āĻ¯

āĻ¤āĻĒā§āĻ¤ āĻ°ā§‹āĻĻā§‡āĻ°

āĻ•āĻŋ āĻāĻ•āĻŸāĻŋ āĻŸāĻžāĻ°ā§āĻ¨ āĻ†āĻĒ āĻĒāĻ°ā§‡

āĻāĻŸāĻž āĻāĻ•āĻŸāĻŋ āĻĻā§€āĻ°ā§āĻ˜ āĻļā§€āĻ¤ āĻ›āĻŋāĻ˛

āĻŦāĻ¸āĻ¨ā§āĻ¤

āĻ āĻ¯ā§‡āĻ¨ āĻ­āĻžāĻ˛ā§‹āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸āĻž

āĻāĻŸāĻžāĻ° āĻŽāĻžāĻ¨ā§‡ āĻ†āĻ›ā§‡

āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻ§ā§€āĻ¨āĻ¤āĻžāĻ°, āĻœā§€āĻŦāĻ¨ā§‡āĻ°

āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āĻ§ āĻšāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻ—ā§‡āĻ›ā§‡

āĻļā§€āĻ¤ā§‡āĻ° āĻļā§€āĻ¤ āĻĨā§‡āĻ•ā§‡āĨ¤

 

Il gusto della libertÃĄ

 

L’abbiamo sentito Quando ci è stato tolto Dall’invisibile nemico, Il suo profumo Si sente nell’aria, È dolce, inebria Il cuore dolente, Riempie i polmoni Con quella fragranza Di ottimismo, Di quel desiderio Sotterrato nella mente, Di accarezzare Un filo d’erba, Un fiore bianco, Di sentire quel raggio Di sole caldo Che spunta dopo Un inverno lungo. La primavera È come l’amore Che sprigiona il senso Della libertà, della vita

Racchiuse

Dal freddo invernale.

Monica Neri-Romania.

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āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻ•āĻĨāĻž āĻļā§āĻ¨…

 

āĻŽāĻ¨ āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻ¤ā§‹āĻŽāĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻĄāĻžāĻ•āĻ›āĻŋ āĻļā§āĻ¨āĻŋ?

āĻ­āĻ¯āĻŧāĻžāĻ¨āĻ• āĻ†āĻ•āĻžāĻ™ā§āĻ•ā§āĻˇāĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻšā§ƒāĻĻāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻ­ā§‡āĻ™ā§‡ āĻ—ā§‡āĻ›ā§‡!

āĻĒā§ƒāĻĨāĻŋāĻŦā§€ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻļāĻ•ā§āĻ¤ āĻ•āĻ°ā§‡, āĻ¨āĻŋāĻ°ā§āĻĻāĻ¯āĻŧāĻ­āĻžāĻŦā§‡ āĻšāĻžāĻĒ āĻĻā§‡āĻ¯āĻŧ

āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ¨āĻĄāĻŧāĻ¤ā§‡ āĻĒāĻžāĻ°āĻŋ āĻ¨āĻž, āĻ‰āĻĄāĻŧā§‡ āĻ†āĻ¸āĻ¤āĻžāĻŽ!

 

āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŋ āĻļā§āĻ¨āĻ¤ā§‡ āĻĒāĻžāĻšā§āĻ›ā§‹ āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ¤ā§‹āĻŽāĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻĢāĻŋāĻ¸āĻĢāĻŋāĻ¸ āĻ•āĻ°ā§‡ āĻĄāĻžāĻ•āĻ›āĻŋ?

āĻ¤āĻžāĻœāĻž āĻ•āĻžāĻĻāĻžāĻŽāĻžāĻŸāĻŋāĻ° āĻ¸ā§āĻ˛ā§āĻ¯āĻžāĻŦā§‡ āĻ¤ā§ˆāĻ°āĻŋ āĻ•āĻ°āĻž āĻšāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡āĻ›ā§‡

āĻšā§‚āĻ°ā§āĻŖ, āĻ­āĻžāĻ—ā§āĻ¯, āĻšā§āĻ°āĻŋ āĻĒā§āĻ°ā§‡āĻŽ

āĻ†āĻŽāĻ°āĻž āĻ—āĻ¤āĻ•āĻžāĻ˛ āĻĒāĻ°ā§āĻ¯āĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ āĻ›āĻŋāĻ˛āĻžāĻŽ… āĻāĻ–āĻ¨ āĻ†āĻŽāĻ°āĻž āĻšāĻžāĻ°āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻ—ā§‡āĻ›āĻŋāĨ¤

 

āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ¤ā§‹āĻŽāĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻ— āĻ“ āĻĸā§‡āĻ‰ āĻĨā§‡āĻ•ā§‡ āĻĄāĻžāĻ•āĻŦ

āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ…āĻŦāĻŋāĻ°āĻžāĻŽ āĻ¨ā§€āĻ˛ āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¸ā§āĻ¤ā§ƒāĻ¤ āĻ‰āĻĒāĻ° āĻšāĻŦā§‡.

āĻ•āĻžāĻ˛ā§‹ āĻšāĻžāĻāĻĻāĻžāĻŦāĻžāĻœāĻ°āĻž, āĻ¤ā§€āĻ°ā§‡ āĻļā§āĻ°āĻĻā§āĻ§āĻž āĻĻāĻžāĻŦāĻŋ āĻ•āĻ°āĻ›ā§‡

āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻĨāĻžāĻ•āĻŦ āĻ¸āĻ°ā§āĻŦāĻ¤ā§āĻ°, āĻ…āĻĒā§‚āĻ°ā§āĻŖ āĻ†āĻ•āĻžāĻ™ā§āĻ–āĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ!

 

āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻĻā§‚āĻ°ā§‡ āĻ•āĻžāĻāĻĻāĻ˛ā§‡ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻ•āĻĨāĻž āĻļā§āĻ¨ā§āĻ¨ āĻŦā§ƒāĻˇā§āĻŸāĻŋāĻ° āĻ•āĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ¨āĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻ¤ā§‹āĻŽāĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻļā§€āĻ¤āĻ˛ āĻ•āĻ°āĻŦāĨ¤

 āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻšāĻŋāĻ¨āĻŦā§‡, āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻĢāĻŋāĻ¸āĻĢāĻŋāĻ¸ āĻ•āĻ°ā§‡ āĻ¤ā§‹āĻŽāĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻ—āĻžāĻ‡āĻŦ

āĻ—ā§āĻ°ā§€āĻˇā§āĻŽā§‡āĻ° āĻŦā§ƒāĻˇā§āĻŸāĻŋāĻ¤ā§‡ āĻ†āĻŦāĻžāĻ° āĻĻā§‡āĻ–āĻž āĻšāĻŦā§‡!

āĻ•ā§āĻ¯āĻžāĻŽā§‡āĻ˛āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧāĻž āĻ­ā§āĻ˛āĻžāĻ¸ā§‡āĻ¨ā§

HEAR ME OUT…

Do you hear me calling you with my mind?

My heart is broken by the terrible longing!

The earth presses hard on me, mercilessly

I can’t move, I’d come flying!

 

Do you hear me calling you in murmured whispers?

I am closed in the newly built clay wall

Crushed, doomed, but stolen love

We were both until yesterday,… now we are lost.

 

I will call you from the heavens and the waves

I will be in the endless blue sky

Black publicans, demanding tribute on the banks

I will be everywhere, in an unfulfilled longing!

 

listen to me when i cry

In the weeping of the rains, I will cool you with my tear

You will recognize me, I will sing to you in a whisper, at the window

In the summer rains, we will meet again!

Camelia Vlasceanu.🕌

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lubite

lubite, știi ce mi-a spus lumina care anunÅŖă un ÃŽnceput al unei adorate zi? Mi-a perorat că tu ești soarele și undeva pe cerul vieții ÃŽntr-un fantastic ÃŽmi vei apărea şi străluci.

 

lubite, știi ce mi-a spus ÃŽntunecimea care anunță mereu venirea nopÅŖii? Oh, mi-a şoptit că eu sunt luna care-și reflectă gingășia și amorul printre construcții ferme ale realității.

āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧāĻ¤āĻŽ

āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧāĻ¤āĻŽ, āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŋ āĻœāĻžāĻ¨ā§‹ āĻāĻ•āĻŸāĻž āĻ¸ā§āĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻ° āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¨ā§‡āĻ° āĻļā§āĻ°ā§āĻ¤ā§‡ āĻ¯ā§‡ āĻ†āĻ˛ā§‹ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻŦāĻ˛ā§‡āĻ›āĻŋāĻ˛?

 

āĻāĻŸāĻž āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻ‰āĻĒāĻ° āĻ­ā§‹āĻ° āĻšā§Ÿā§‡āĻ›ā§‡ āĻ¯ā§‡ āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ¸ā§‚āĻ°ā§āĻ¯ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻœā§€āĻŦāĻ¨ā§‡āĻ° āĻ†āĻ•āĻžāĻļā§‡ āĻ•ā§‹āĻĨāĻžāĻ“ āĻāĻ•āĻŸāĻŋ āĻšāĻŽā§ŽāĻ•āĻžāĻ° āĻ‰āĻĒāĻžāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻŋ āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻĻāĻ°ā§āĻļāĻŋāĻ¤ āĻšāĻŦā§‡ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ‰āĻœā§āĻœā§āĻŦāĻ˛ āĻšāĻŦā§‡āĨ¤

 

āĻœāĻžāĻ¨ āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŋ āĻœāĻžāĻ¨ā§‹ āĻ¯ā§‡ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āĻ§āĻ•āĻžāĻ° āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻ¸āĻŦāĻ¸āĻŽā§Ÿ āĻ°āĻžāĻ¤ āĻ†āĻ¸āĻžāĻ° āĻ˜ā§‹āĻˇāĻŖāĻž āĻĻā§‡ā§Ÿ? āĻ“āĻš āĻ¸ā§‡ āĻĢāĻŋāĻ¸āĻĢāĻŋāĻ¸ āĻ•āĻ°ā§‡ āĻŦāĻ˛āĻ˛ā§‹ āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻšāĻžāĻāĻĻ āĻ¤āĻžāĻ° āĻ•ā§‹āĻŽāĻ˛āĻ¤āĻž āĻ†āĻ° āĻ­āĻžāĻ˛āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸āĻžāĻ° āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻ¤āĻŋāĻĢāĻ˛āĻ¨ āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸ā§āĻ¤āĻŦā§‡āĻ° āĻĻā§ƒā§ āĻ—āĻ āĻ¨ā§‡āĨ¤

OANA ILEANA NOORANI-ROMANIA

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āĻ‰āĻĻāĻ¯āĻžāĻĒāĻ¨ā§‡āĻ° āĻ­ā§‹āĻ°ā§‡, āĻŦāĻžāĻ‚āĻ˛āĻžāĻĻā§‡āĻļā§‡ āĻœā§āĻŦāĻ˛ā§‡ āĻ“āĻ ā§‡,

āĻˆāĻĻ-āĻ‰āĻ˛-āĻĢāĻŋāĻ¤āĻ° āĻ†āĻ¨āĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻ“ āĻļāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤āĻŋ āĻ¨āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻ†āĻ¸ā§‡, āĻŽāĻ¨ āĻ­āĻ°ā§‡ āĻĻā§‡āĻ¯āĻŧāĨ¤

āĻ†āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻŽāĻ§ā§āĻ¯ā§‡ āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻžāĻ°ā§āĻĨāĻ¨āĻž āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻŽāĻ™ā§āĻ—āĻ˛ āĻ­āĻžāĻ˛āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸āĻžāĻ° āĻ¸āĻžāĻĨā§‡ āĻœāĻĄāĻŧā§‹ āĻšāĻ¯āĻŧāĨ¤

 

āĻāĻ‡ āĻĒāĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āĻ° āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¨ā§‡, āĻ¯ā§‡ āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¨ā§‡ āĻ˛ā§‡āĻ¨ā§āĻŸ āĻļā§‡āĻˇ āĻšāĻ¯āĻŧ,

āĻ†āĻ¨āĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻ‰āĻĒāĻšā§‡ āĻĒāĻĄāĻŧā§‡ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻšā§ƒāĻĻāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻ¸ā§āĻ–ā§‡āĻ° āĻœāĻ¨ā§āĻ¯ āĻ‰āĻ¨ā§āĻŽā§āĻ•ā§āĻ¤āĨ¤

āĻŦāĻžāĻ‚āĻ˛āĻžāĻĻā§‡āĻļā§‡āĻ° āĻˆāĻĻ, āĻ†āĻ˛ā§‹āĻ° āĻ‰āĻĻāĻ¯āĻžāĻĒāĻ¨,

āĻāĻ•āĻ¤āĻž āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ•ā§ƒāĻ¤āĻœā§āĻžāĻ¤āĻž, āĻšā§ƒāĻĻāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻ¨āĻŋāĻƒāĻļāĻŦā§āĻĻā§‡ āĻœāĻĄāĻŧā§‹ āĻšāĻ¯āĻŧāĨ¤

 

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āĻ‰āĻĻāĻžāĻ°āĻ¤āĻž āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻŽāĻŽāĻ¤āĻž āĻ–āĻžāĻ˛āĻŋ āĻŦāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāĻ¤ā§‡ āĻšāĻžāĻ¸āĻŋ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ¸ā§āĻ– āĻ¨āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻ†āĻ¸ā§‡āĨ¤

āĻˆāĻĻ-āĻ‰āĻ˛-āĻĢāĻŋāĻ¤āĻ°, āĻ‰āĻĻāĻ¯āĻžāĻĒāĻ¨ āĻ“ āĻŽāĻŋāĻ˛āĻ¨ā§‡āĻ° āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¨,

āĻ¯āĻžāĻ° āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āĻ¤āĻ° āĻāĻ• āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻžāĻ°ā§āĻĨāĻ¨āĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻŽāĻŋāĻ˛āĻŋāĻ¤ āĻšāĻ¯āĻŧāĨ¤

 

āĻˆāĻĻ āĻ‰āĻĻāĻ¯āĻžāĻĒāĻ¨, āĻŦāĻžāĻ‚āĻ˛āĻžāĻĻā§‡āĻļā§‡ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āĻ—ā§āĻ°āĻšā§‡ āĻ‰āĻœā§āĻœā§āĻŦāĻ˛,

 āĻ†āĻ¨āĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻļāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤āĻŋ, āĻ‰āĻĒāĻšāĻžāĻ° āĻ¸āĻ°ā§āĻŦāĻ¤ā§āĻ° āĻ›āĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡.

āĻāĻ‡ āĻĒāĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āĻ° āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¨ā§‡, āĻ†āĻ¸ā§āĻ¨ āĻ†āĻŽāĻ°āĻž āĻ…āĻ­āĻžāĻŦā§€āĻĻā§‡āĻ° āĻ¸ā§āĻŽāĻ°āĻŖ āĻ•āĻ°āĻŋ,

āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§‡āĻ° āĻĒā§‚āĻ°ā§āĻŖ āĻ­āĻžāĻ˛āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸āĻž āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸ā§‡āĻ° āĻ¨āĻžāĻŽā§‡ āĻĻāĻ¯āĻŧāĻžāĻ˛ā§ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ‰āĻĻāĻžāĻ° āĻšāĻ¤ā§‡ āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¨āĨ¤

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🕌Sărbătoare 🕌

În zori de sărbătoare, ÃŽn Bangladesh strălucește,

Eid-ul-Fitr aduce bucurie și pace, inimile ÃŽmplinește.

Rugile și bunătatea ÃŽn suflete se adună cu drag.

 

În această zi sfÃĸntă, ÃŽn care postul se ÃŽncheie,

Bucuria se revarsă, iar inimile se deschid spre fericire.

Eid-ul Bangladeshului, o sărbătoare de lumină,

Unitate și recunoștință, ÃŽn inimi se strÃĸng cu tihnă.

 

Împărtășind bucate și dulciuri, cu cei săraci și nevoiași,

Generozitatea și compasiunea, aduc zÃĸmbete și fericire ÃŽn casele goale.

Eid-ul Fitr, o zi de sărbătoare și comuniune,

În care inimile se unesc ÃŽntr-o singură rugăciune.

 

Sărbătoarea Eid-ului, ÃŽn Bangladesh strălucește cu har,

Bucuria și pacea, se răspÃĸndesc peste tot ÃŽn dar.

În această zi sfÃĸntă, să ne aducem aminte de cei ÃŽn nevoie,

Și să fim buni și generoși, ÃŽn numele iubirii și credinței noastre depline.

 

Claudia Băluță-Romania Currently Residents Turin Italy.

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āĻ¸āĻŦāĻ¸āĻŽāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āĻ§

 

          āĻ‡āĻ˛āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧāĻžāĻ¨āĻž āĻĒāĻžāĻ¸ā§āĻ•ā§

          āĻ°ā§‹āĻŽāĻžāĻ¨āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧāĻž

          10.04.2024

 

āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻ¯āĻžāĻĻā§āĻ•āĻ°, āĻŦāĻ¸āĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ā§‡āĻ° āĻĢā§āĻ˛ā§‡

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āĻ˜āĻžāĻ¸ā§‡āĻ° āĻļāĻŋāĻļāĻŋāĻ°ā§‡, āĻ­ā§‹āĻ°āĻŦā§‡āĻ˛āĻžāĨ¤

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āĻ­āĻžāĻŦāĻ˛āĻžāĻŽ, āĻ¤ā§‹āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻ¸āĻžāĻĨā§‡ āĻ•āĻŋ āĻŽāĻŋāĻļā§‡ āĻ†āĻ›ā§‡

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 āĻ¯āĻž āĻāĻāĻ•ā§‡āĻ›āĻŋ āĻ•āĻĨāĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ, āĻ•āĻĨāĻžāĻ¯āĻŧāĨ¤

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āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ¸ā§‚āĻ°ā§āĻ¯ā§‡āĻ° āĻ°āĻļā§āĻŽāĻŋāĻ¤ā§‡ āĻ¸āĻœā§āĻœāĻŋāĻ¤ āĻšāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻĻāĻžāĻāĻĄāĻŧāĻžāĻ“

āĻĒā§‡āĻŸāĻžāĻ¨ā§‹ āĻĒāĻžāĻĨ āĻ‰āĻĒāĻ° āĻāĻ•āĻŽāĻžāĻ¤ā§āĻ° āĻ¸āĻ™ā§āĻ—ā§‡

 āĻ•ā§āĻ°āĻ¸ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ¸āĻŽāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ†āĻŦāĻšāĻžāĻ“āĻ¯āĻŧāĻž āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ­āĻžāĻ˛āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸āĻž.

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āĻŦāĻ° āĻŽāĻ§ā§āĻ¯ā§‡, āĻ†āĻĒāĻ¨āĻŋ āĻāĻ•āĻŸāĻŋ āĻšāĻžāĻœāĻžāĻ° āĻ¤āĻžāĻ°āĻž āĻĒāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻž āĻ†āĻ›ā§‡

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āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻžāĻ°ā§āĻĨāĻ¨āĻž āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻŦā§‡āĻĻā§€āĨ¤

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āĻ¸ā§āĻ¨ā§‹āĻĢā§āĻ˛ā§‡āĻ•ā§āĻ¸, āĻ­āĻžāĻ¸āĻŽāĻžāĻ¨ āĻ¨āĻžāĻš,

āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻ¤āĻŋāĻŸāĻŋ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āĻ¨, āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻŸāĻŋ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻšāĻžāĻ¤ā§‡āĻ° āĻ¤āĻžāĻ˛ā§āĻ¤ā§‡ āĻ†āĻāĻ•āĻĄāĻŧā§‡ āĻ§āĻ°ā§‡āĻ›āĻŋāĻ˛āĻžāĻŽ

āĻ…āĻ¤āĻƒāĻĒāĻ° āĻ¤āĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻ…āĻŽāĻ°āĻ¤ā§āĻŦā§‡āĻ° āĻ•āĻžāĻ›ā§‡ āĻ°ā§‡āĻ–ā§‡ āĻ¯ā§‡āĻ¤ā§‡āĨ¤

 

           Always close

 

         ILEANA PASCU

         ROMANIA

         10.04.2024

 

You are my muse, in spring flowers

In the warm breeze of the wandering wind

In the dew of the grass, early in the morning.

I find you through the moments of mystery

And in everything that surrounds me in this life.

You are love and hate, hope, salvation

Thought, what intertwines with yours

And the heart jumps when it feels you

You are the inspiration and the dream in the painting

What I painted in words, in words.

You wear heavy clothes or silk veils

You stand dressed in the sun’s rays

With the sole on beaten paths

Cross and time and weather and loves.

Every day is a celebration.

In the braids, you have laid a thousand stars

From the eyes, you let the beauty fly

With joy and shyness, I write you in poems

I am prayer and you are my altar.

Rain splashes, which run away, knock on the window

Snowflakes, dance afloat,

And every dream, I clutched it in the palm of my hand

Then, to leave him to immortality.

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āĻˆāĻĻā§‡āĻ°_āĻšāĻžāĻāĻĻ 🌙

āĻŦāĻŋāĻœā§āĻ°ā§€ āĻ‡āĻ¸āĻ˛āĻžāĻŽÂ 

 

āĻ†āĻ•āĻžāĻļ āĻ•ā§āĻˇā§‡āĻ¤ā§‡ āĻšāĻžāĻāĻĻ āĻ‰āĻ ā§‡āĻ›ā§‡

āĻ—ā§‹āĻ§ā§‚āĻ˛āĻŋāĻ¤ā§‡ āĻšā§‡āĻ¸ā§‡,

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