My distracted love

আন্‌মনা, আন্‌মনা
anmona anmona

My distracted love,
The time is still unripe
To bring my bouquet of messages to you,
For the tunes would slip your notice
And my truth elude your heart
And vainly would I wonder, if I had touched you

But when your eyes are thoughtful
In a glowing moment of silent beauty in the dusk,
My gentle notes will comfort your agony

The rhythmic verses will then
Bear for your listening
Languid beats in soft nuances,
Like the hum of crickets
Imparting songs in the woods
Of a meditative darkness
Let me sit at the fringe
Of your solitary home
Tracing alike a musical image
In deep contemplation