আমার দিন ফুরালো ব্যাকুল বাদল সাঁঝে
amar din phuralo
In this somber rainy evening
I think my call has rung,
And the heaping clouds melt in
Heavy showers.
The sweet purl of the flowing river
In the deep shadows of the forests
Tune my heart with the saddest notes
And it pours forth the resonant music
At the profound beats
Of the thunder drum.
My remotest friend has come today
He stands silently
In the obscure dark.
While his heart is heavy
With the pang of separation,
It brims with the hope of our
Secret meet.
I think I know his silent footstep sound
And am charmed of his unseen grace.
amar din phuralo
In this somber rainy evening
I think my call has rung,
And the heaping clouds melt in
Heavy showers.
The sweet purl of the flowing river
In the deep shadows of the forests
Tune my heart with the saddest notes
And it pours forth the resonant music
At the profound beats
Of the thunder drum.
My remotest friend has come today
He stands silently
In the obscure dark.
While his heart is heavy
With the pang of separation,
It brims with the hope of our
Secret meet.
I think I know his silent footstep sound
And am charmed of his unseen grace.
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