Write down the theme of the following poem within 50 words. Because I have seen Bengal's face, I will seek no more, The world has not anything more beautiful to show me. Waking up in darkness, gazing at the fig-tree, I behold Dawn's swallows roosting under huge umbrella-like leaves. I look around me and discover a leafy dome, Jaam, Kanthal, Bat, Hijol and Aswatha trees all in a hush, Shadowing clumps of cactus and zedoary bushes. When long, long ago, Chand came in his honeycombed boat To a blue Hijal, Bat, Tamal shade near the Champa, he too sighted Bengal's incomparable beauty. One day, alas, in the Ganguri, On a raft, as the waning moon sank on the river's sandbanks, Behula too saw countless aswaths bats besides golden ricefields And heard the thrush's soft song, One day, arriving, in Amara, Where gods held court, when she danced like a desolate wagtail, Bengal's rivers, fields, flowers, wailed like strings of bells on her feet.
উত্তর: The theme of the poem is the timeless and everlasting (চিরস্থায়ী) natural beauty of Bangladesh and the speaker's patriotic (স্বদেশভক্তিপূর্ণ) zeal (আগ্রহ) aroused (জাগায়) at that. The Poet is in love With the beauty his motherland. He feels that his thirst for beauty has been so quenched (নিবারণ) that he doesn't need to see the beauty of the world any more. He sees how generous (উদার) nature has been to his motherland.
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Write down the theme of the following poem within 50 words. Because I have seen Bengal's face, I will seek no more, The world has not anything more beautiful to show me. Waking up in darkness, gazing at the fig-tree, I behold Dawn's swallows roosting under huge umbrella-like leaves. I look around me and discover a leafy dome, Jaam, Kanthal, Bat, Hijol and Aswatha trees all in a hush, Shadowing clumps of cactus and zedoary bushes. When long, long ago, Chand came in his honeycombed boat To a blue Hijal, Bat, Tamal shade near the Champa, he too sighted Bengal's incomparable beauty. One day, alas, in the Ganguri, On a raft, as the waning moon sank on the river's sandbanks, Behula too saw countless aswaths bats besides golden ricefields And heard the thrush's soft song, One day, arriving, in Amara, Where gods held court, when she danced like a desolate wagtail, Bengal's rivers, fields, flowers, wailed like strings of bells on her feet.
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