Mother

suvojit (41)in #mother • 6 years ago

Mother, how sweet is the mother of our child from the time of childhood. Today we grew up because of mother only, mother's contribution was the biggest of our lives. So today I want to share a post with you that our Pallikki Jasimuddin wrote his poems. I am going through the English translation and I am listening to you.

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'Female Mother'

Jasim Uddin
The first thing that remains in the thumb of the night,
Sighs, whether you hear it or not, it does not matter where you respond.
The mother of the sick child is the only one who is awake,
The soothing eyes must be asleep on the eyelids.
Niju shook the shadows near the Shiar,
At the same time, the mother of Birhi's mother will only wear a pair of shoes.
The sound of wild smoke,
Is the aroma of the rotten leaves out of the dungeon?
The small house leaning, the winter air entering the shackles,
The mother sitting in Seyar thinks about the life expectancy of the mother
How many children are there? "Murray, how many nights? When will the morning be?
Who does not get along and who lies like that?
How many mothers! A moment to sleep peacefully "
The child is angry, "How can I sleep when I do not sleep?"
The mother kisses on the pandu's neck, with her hands in her hand,
If there is any affection in the chest, his throat slips with the date.
The meaning of the candle in the house of prayer, means to donate money,
Give him a good son, cry in tears
Well done Alla Rasul Good evening, pir.
In front of you, Nayon Nir, who is in front of you,
Canna well in the Bansban, calls the darkness of the night,
Honey in the air in the air of bird wings falls helper.
The wild girls in Buppatha celebrate the fog,
Ashes What are the fears of the fear of getting up and getting up?
Thinking about the defeat of the shaheer is in the corner,
Plagues, pests, sorcery of good heart in the mind.
How many children, "Mommy, if you're good tomorrow,
If you play with Karim, will not you cheat?
Well, tell me mother, Uncle Rahim is not like that
Can I have so much disease in my stomach?
The mother only meets the face of a sick child,
Fleet floating around your life.
"Listen mother, my lick, but while you can,
Rakho dhapapera moya tied seven times to shika later.
In the new date palm burger, the hormone is full,
Please decorate the room after me. "
The boy was silent, Maa spoke slowly with his head,
The storm outside tham tham tomorrow night.
I remember sitting in the bedroom of a sick child,
In a few days she did not tell the mother that in the forest.
Asenaco i-dhye ke baar prana,
Suddenly I heard that the harshaya boy are harshaya music
A giggle from Bethlehem hit his jumur,
Where was the face of sexual abuse, purusha of ink?
How many times I remember, the house of the poor,
How small a child can not have metabolism
On the day of the wedding, the doll did not add money,
We said that we did not see the Muslims.
Karim what was it? Rahim continued? The question is - Bad;
Answer: Dukhini's mother duplicates the increased irritation.
Even today the disease is not added to your diet, medicine has not brought,
The wings of the mother frying the bird in a storm;
Bhutum is calling the house of Chalets, Aukalan song,
I do not understand the death of the deceased. Happiness, moan, distance.
Duck Birahini asks for a rotten dive,
The children of Kishan have robbed their son tomorrow
In the mosquito field, the old leaves fall in the forest,
He drops his leaves and dries in the water, and he is in the water.
The mother is sitting alone in the bedroom of a sick child and she is awake
In front of your darkest night, the dark page night-night.
On the side of the fire, the light of the mud playing in the air,
With the darkness, Jijiya returned to her oil.