মন যে বলে চিনি চিনি
Mon je bole chini chini
My heart remembers this fragrance
Wafting in the wind,
Who can claim it as alien to me?
The Chameli* , I trust, of high spring.
It has left missives in my pulse,
Drifting in and out of my dreams
Through pathways of the wind,
Arbors and lilting streams.
Far away from home
Her missive, like a flute,
Finds its way into my heart,
A bird rises and sings of my bygone memories.
Music flows like tears of Bhairavi**
From my soul.
*Chameli - a spring time blossom of Bengal.
**Bhairavi - a raaga or melody, associated with the dawn, in Indian music.
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