Nov 20, 2010

When immersed in sleep is the world

বিশ্ব যখন নিদ্রামগন
biswa jokhon nidramagan

When the world is immersed in sleep
The skies painted with ebony
Who strums with such vigour
The strings of my Veena*
Who abducts sleep from my eyes
I sit up from slumber
I gaze with eagerness
But I do not catch a glimpse

My whole life reverberates
I know not the boundless words
That find their way in restless tunes
I cannot fathom this deep ache
Swelling through my heart in tears
Who is it I wish to give
The garland I wear myself

- 17th April 1907

Veena*: a plucked stringed instrument 

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