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EI, SNIGDHA SHARATE JHARÁ SHEFÁLI TE
SHISHIRE SIKTA HOYECHI
SNIGDHA SHARATE

SONÁLI DHÁNER MAINJARI MÁJHE
NÚTAN RAUNGA PEYECHI
SNIGDHA SHARATE

KUSH KÁSHER DOLE MALAY ANILE
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KUSH KÁSHER DOLE MALAY ANILE
SÁDÁ MEGHE DEKHE GHAN NABHO NIILE
MANER GAHANE CIRA NIRJANE
ÁVESHE BHESE CALECHI
SNIGDHA SHARATE

KÁLA ÁSE JÁY BALÁKÁ PÁKHÁY
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
KÁLA ÁSE JÁY BALÁKÁ PÁKHÁY
DÚR HOTE ESE DÚRE BHESE JÁY
BÁLUKÁ BELÁY BASE NIRÁLÁYA
CEYE CEYE SHUDHU DEKHECHI
SNIGDHA SHARATE

EI, SNIGDHA SHARATE JHARÁ SHEFÁLI TE
SHISHIRE SIKTA HOYECHI
SNIGDHA SHARATE







Amidst the dropping shefali flowers of this soft winter,
I am moistened by the dew.

Amidst the golden and new buds of paddy,
I am coloured with the new.

The tall grass swings with the sandal breeze.
White clouds watch from the dense blue sky.
In the depth of my mind,
in long silence,
and with impulse,
I keep gliding.

Time comes and goes on a swan’s wings:
coming from far away, floating into the distance.
Sitting on a sandy beach,
in solitude,
and with eagerness,
I keep watching.