আমার যাবার বেলায় পিছু ডাকে
amar jabar belay pichhu daake
Time to leave, yet the first rays of sun
Beckon through frayed clouds
Pressing me to return
A sombre bird of monsoon
Implores that I turn
From her secret, wild hideout
A swelling stream hastens along
Below a penumbra of branches;
Who does she seek, as she calls back?
Who, in my heart, ever so often
Ushers back the distant, dewy pilgrim
On his pensive, parting dawn?
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