Read his note to me my friends

দে পড়ে দে আমায় তোরা
dey pore dey amay tora

Read his note to me my friends,
Let me delve in his message,
Distant, yet so close to my heart

Let it bear the sweet smell of pastures
Into my solitary hearth,
Like a languid traveler wind
Stirring my free locks,
Ushering in a tune of the blue sky,
Unfolding beauty of dusty, wandering paths
At my window

In the blushing twilight,
I too will pour my heart in a colorful rally,
The trace of a tear catching me unawares
In that dusky, lonesome moment