rodono-bhora e boshonto
Never have I seen such pathos
In the lush blow of spring
My flush of longing rouging
The crimson Kingshook blossoms
Mallika, in seasonable wild bloom
Embellished with leaves
Night and day, pining,
As she anticipates her secret love
A melancholy lover hums her song of longing
In the distant horizon
Melodies wafting in the southern breeze,
As buds, dormant in my garden
Restively strive to unfurl
Time and again
I knock at the gates of my heart
Despondence ringing in tears
Having failed at giving myself up in love
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