Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
The village soil is calling,
The call of the new day is heard by the fishermen.
The bees are smearing the nectar of the flowers on their entire bodies,
The harvest of the fields is golden rice.
The farmer’s heart is awakening.
The boy of the clouds is across the sky
Today, the village boy’s colorful kite is flying untied.
A Baul on a path, lost in direction, is running intoxicated by the melody,
Intoxicated by the enchantment of nature,
It is stealing the beauty of its form.
The gentle breeze is swaying in a sweet, melodious rhythm,
The nature that has forgotten its mind today.
It is taking away my mind
©®Manik Chakraborty
