(1202) Amar sedin hariye geche, jabe nijeke hariyechi
Those days of mine are gone
When myself I have lost.
The flower bud fell off
When with salty hand I've touched.
Night arrives, and day also comes;
But the smile does not smile in such fashion
As it was smiling before
When, heart gifted, I have loved.
Even now I hear music of spring,
And to heart's swelling I pay heed.
In the rustle of dry-sapless leaves,
I've heard the sound of leaves tender and green.
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With age comes some loss of innocence; but, by His grace, time is fluid.
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