বসন্তে-বসন্তে তোমার কবিরে দাও ডাক
Boshonte boshonte tomar kobire daao daak (audio link)
Invite your muse this spring
and the next
but let her free to leave
Her missive shall remain
Like a lilting tune
She will be back when you desire
Her heart will crack open with a song
in your garden-bed
Her pulse will beat in the cadence
of boughs
Hold her tunes in your lute
Let her tears find their way
with the humming bees.
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