One of us might make no sense

(3378) Amar e kathin hiyay

Into this hard heart of mine,
Will You come or not, I don't know.
If You arrive only by making mistake,
It does not matter even so.

With form's luster altar having adorned,
Endlessly I go on singing songs.
With Your melody, with Your thought,
With Your words, I compose.

In my mind is hope immense,
Ample yearning, ample fondness.
Amid excess, just a bit
Will You or won't You give, that too I don't follow.

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