A lack of courtesy

(2111)  Ke go tumi aji bhare nile saji

Oh just today, Who came; a wicker tray You refilled.
I was in my floral garden, saying not a thing.
I did not beg to approach, nor invited to sit;
I did not make welcome under the awning.

You arrived uninvited, unbid You appeared;
Stealthily You penetrated my mental spinney.
Smiling sweetly, yet not uttering a mite,
You became engaged in flower-gathering.

I can't fathom what is this, Your sport divine,
Why You go on playing games with the mind.
In my grove, privately only with me,
Through love-vibration, You give a swing.

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