3217 (17/11/1985) K


PATH CEYE ÁCHI
MÁLÁ GENTHE REKHECHI
TUMI ELE NÁ

DIN CALE GECHE
RÁTAO SHEŚA HOYECHE
MANER VYATHÁ KI BOJHO NÁ
TUMI ELE NÁ

JHARÁ SHEFÁLI RÁSHI HIME GECHE BHÁSI
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
JHARÁ SHEFÁLI RÁSHI HIME GECHE BHÁSI
HÁRIYE GECHE KUSHA KÁSHERO HÁSI
MALAY SAMIIR ÁR NIKAT́E ÁSI
KATHÁ BOLE NÁ
TUMI ELE NÁ

HIMÁNI PUNJE D́HÁKÁ PAŔECHE DHARÁ
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
HIMÁNI PUNJE D́HÁKÁ PAŔECHE DHARÁ
RIKTA SHOBHÁ ÁJ SARVA HÁRÁ
NAEHSHABDE LIIN KUHU KEKÁRÁ
DHVANI TOLE NÁ
TUMI ELE NÁ







I have been waiting on the path,
and kept my garland threaded.
Yet, You did not come.

The day has passed.
The night has ended.
Don’t You understand the agony of my mind?

The heap of dropped shefali flowers floats away with the snow.
The smile of the tall grass is lost.
The sandal breeze, though coming close, did not speak.

The earth is covered with much snow,
today, losing all its beauty.
The peacock remains engrossed in silence
and does not raise a sound.