4530 (03/01/1989) D

SEI SAJAL SÁNJHETE BOLE CHILE
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SE KATHÁ KI PRIYA BHULE GELE MOR
SÁDHANÁR BALA NEI BALE
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VRATATI VITÁNE/VIPANE? MÁLÁ GENTHE BASE
KÁLA KET́E JÁY VIŚADE? VIRASE
ÚRMI DHÁRÁY DIN CALE JÁY
TABU KŚAŃA TARE NÁ TÁKÁLE
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PÁINCA RTU JÁY RTURÁJ ÁSE
TARUTE TARUTE KISHALAY HÁSE
MANER MUKURE KŚIIŃA ÁSHÁ BHÁSE
PRIYA PARIVESHA ELO BOLE
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SEI SAJAL SÁNJHETE BOLE CHILE
ÁBÁR ÁSIBE YATHÁ KÁLE

O My Dear, on that moist evening, You had told that You would come at the appropriate
time, have You forgotten that event? In the grove of trees, sitting in an arbor, my time
passes threading the garland in melancholy, and the days pass like flow of waves. Yet You
did not look at me even for a moment. The five seasons go and the spring season comes. On
each tree new leaves smile. In the mental mirror, a faint hope appears, the lovely
environment tells that the Dear came.