Title: “Which Path Leads to You?”đ¸ Poem – English VersionWhich Path Leads to You?Which road must I take,At what hour shall I wake,In which season of skyWill your presence reply?āĻŦāϞ āϤāĻŦে, āĻোāύ āĻāĻŦāĻšাāĻāϝ়াāϝ়āϤোāĻŽাāϝ় āĻĒাāĻŦো āĻāĻŽি?āĻŦāϞ āϤāĻŦে, āĻোāύ āĻ āύ্āϤāϰ āĻĒāĻĨেāϤুāĻŽি āĻāĻো āĻĨেāĻŽে āĻĨেāĻŽে?⤞ेā¤ि⤍ ⤏⤤्⤝ ā¤¯ā¤š ā¤šै — ā¤Ē⤰िā¤ĩ⤰्⤤⤍ ā¤Ŧाā¤šā¤° ā¤¨ā¤šीं, ā¤ी⤤⤰ ā¤ाā¤šिā¤।ā¤ā¤Ŧ ā¤Žā¤¨ ā¤ļां⤤ ā¤šो⤤ा ā¤šै, ā¤ā¤Ŧ ⤠ā¤Ēेā¤्⤎ाā¤ँ ā¤ā¤Ž ā¤šो⤤ी ā¤šैं, ā¤ā¤Ŧ ā¤ ā¤šंā¤ा⤰ ā¤Ēिā¤ā¤˛ā¤¤ा ā¤šै —⤤ā¤ी “⤤ुā¤Ž” ā¤Žि⤞⤤े ā¤šो।đŋ Final Philosophical ConclusionThe poem is not asking: Which road?It is asking: Which version of myself must awaken?The answer: Walk sincerely. Live honestly. Accept every season. And the beloved will reveal itself.
đŋ Title: “Which Path Leads to You?” đ¸ Poem – English Version Which Path Leads to You? Which road must I take, At what hour shall I wake, In which season of sky Will your presence reply? Tell me softly, tell me clear, Is it dawn that brings you near? Or midnight’s silent, silver air Where whispered hopes become a prayer? Should I walk in storm or sun? Wait till winter’s breath is done? Or in autumn’s falling leaves Search the truth my heart believes? Which path, which time, which weather’s hue Will carry my soul close to you? Tell me, whisper through the blue — What must I become to find you? đ¸ āĻāĻŦিāϤা – āĻŦাংāϞা āϏংāϏ্āĻāϰāĻŖ “āĻোāύ āĻĒāĻĨে āϤোāĻŽাāϝ় āĻĒাāĻ?” āĻোāύ āĻĒāĻĨে āϝাāĻ āĻāĻŽি, āĻোāύ āĻ্āώāĻŖে āĻĄাāĻি āύাāĻŽি, āĻোāύ āĻāĻাāĻļেāϰ āϰāĻে āĻŽিāĻļে āϤোāĻŽাāϝ় āĻুঁāĻে āĻĒাāĻ āĻāĻŽি? āĻোāϰেāϰ āĻļিāĻļিāϰে āϤুāĻŽি āĻি āĻāϏো? āύাāĻি āϰাāϤেāϰ āϤাāϰাāϝ় āĻাāϏো? āĻŦāϏāύ্āϤেāϰ āĻŽৃāĻĻু āĻšাāĻāϝ়াāϝ় āϞুāĻাāĻ, āύাāĻি āĻŦāϰ্āώাāϰ āĻāϞে āĻাāϏো? āĻāĻĄ়েāϰ āĻŽাāĻে āĻšাঁāĻāĻŦো āĻি āĻāĻŽি, āύাāĻি āϰোāĻĻেāϰ āĻŽাāĻে āĻĨাāĻŽি? āĻļীāϤেāϰ āĻুāϝ়াāĻļাāϝ় āĻšাāϰিāϝ়ে āĻিāϝ়ে āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āĻ িāĻাāύা āĻাāύি? āĻŦāϞ āϤāĻŦে, āĻোāύ āĻāĻŦāĻšাāĻāϝ়াāϝ় āϤোāĻŽাāϝ় āĻĒাāĻŦো āĻāĻŽি? āĻŦāϞ āϤāĻŦে, āĻোāύ āĻ
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