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1117 (23?/12/1983) K


ÁLO ÁNDHÁRE HÁY DIN JE KET́E JÁY
TUMI EKHANO TO ELE NÁ

TABU DEKHI ÁLO D́HÁKE GHANA KÁLO
ÁNDHÁR YAVANIKÁ SARE NÁ
PHÚLER MRIDU HÁSI HOYE JÁY BÁSI
RÁTERI GAHANE NIIRAVE

PÚRŃIMÁR SUDHÁ NÁSHE KÁLER KŚUDHÁ
GRÁSE CÁNDE RÁHU GARAVE
SAB DEKHE JÁI MANE DUHKHA PÁI
KICHU JE KAHITE PÁRI NÁ
TUMI EKHANO TO ELE NÁ

SHUDHÁI MANE MANE GOPANE GAHANE
KENO E ÁLO CHÁYÁ KALPANÁ
BOLO NÁ BOLO NÁ BOLO ÁMÁRE
KENO JE E DHARÁ RACANÁ
TUMI EKHANO TO ELE NÁ


My days pass by in pain and pleasure,
yet, You still don't come.

Though I see light,
the dark curtain,
covering me up in deep blackness,
is not removed.

The soft smile of my flower
silently fades in the depth of the night.

The nectar of the full moon
is destroyed
by the hunger of time,
and the moon
becomes overpowered
by the shadow Rahu.

Looking at it all,
my mind sorrows
but is unable to speak.

Yet, somehow, I secretly console my mind,
asking myself:

Why these imaginations of light and shade?
Tell me why You created this world?








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