LYRIC

Cánpá-vakuler málá háte
Dántiye chilum pather páshe Tomár ásár ásháte.

Ele jakhan rátri gahan,
Phuler málá malin takhan;
Ashrujale ánkhikajjale ekákár hayeche táte.

Gánthba ná ár gořer málá,
Sájáva ná varandálá;
Alpanáke kalpanáte
Mishiye doba ek sathe.

With a garland of cánpá and vakul in hand,
I stood on the wayside awaiting Your arrival.

When You came, the night was deep,
Then the garland of flowers had faded,
In it, tears and collyrium had blended in a thorough union.

I shall no more weave thick flowery wreaths
Nor shall I decorate the welcome-tray,
I shall merge my imagination
Together with the drawings on the floor.

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