Monday, January 7, 2019

We all depart...

(1211)  Abelay dak diye ke go cale jay

At day's end, call given, oh who leaves
Neath melodic sorcery?
I think inwardly that I won't pay heed,
But I listen secretly;
Keeping deaf does not succeed.

So much time– so many minutes, seconds–[1] passed me by...
Behind western mountain,[2] bit by bit the sun declined;
Now the nightfall thickens on four sides.

The bird with its chirping, to the nest it came back...
The golden field of paddy, it got drowned in black.
Still, You did not come near, alack and alas!

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