Tuesday, March 14, 2017


(674)  Ami genthe rekhechi e phuler mala

I've kept threading this flower garland
For Your sake, for Your sake only.
All my feelings, my pangs of separation,
In it they're brimming, they are brimming.

In summer's scorching heat and torrid wind,
When the zest for life weeps every second,
With importunate affection, my heart's lute
Floats a broken raft of song on Your tunes.

Teeming with fragrance of autumn jasmine,[1]
At that time drunken the world remains.
By Your love that dense prison is broken;
Away I slip to a far-off, unknown place.

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