Ethereal

(2767)  Tumi jakhan ele, amar kutire

When You arrived
At humble hut of mine,
Oh I, with lamps and incense,
I decorated not thereby.

Sun, having set it has left;
Lost, a colored portrait has gotten.
My all has mingled with the darkness,
On a watch^[1] extremely tired.

You came with a surreal effulgence;
Whelming mind, both cadence and anthem.
You emanated love golden
At heart-core, deep inside.

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