Dropping by

(367)  Sharata sanjhete tumi ele

On an evening in fall You came;
The autumn moon, the shiuli^[1] smile,
And rafts of white clouds You gave on leaving.

Arousing a dance in the kash^[2] grove,
Inciting a stir in the innermost heart,
Dropping pearls with elegant gestures,
All my devotion You captured.

Peerless are Your two rosy feet;
Bathed in dew are Your heartwarming dicta.
With stream of nectar in floral fragrance,
You made heard the voice of heaven.

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