ইংপ্নযহচ াহত্য: ওহফত্া (English Literature: Poetry)
When Poet Dies Zlatan Demirović U.S.A
When a poet dies, Just like when the day dies, By uniting in the night, Nothing changes For a casual viewer.
Nor from the aspect of plural being, Which is of its own accord, Miraculous transformation From non-being, Everything remains the same And flows in its own way.
Except, that on the horizon, For immersion day to night, Can be seen a strange phenomenon of light, as a scattering of colors In the spectrum of unfinished paintings By some old forgotten painter...