আকাশে আজ কোন্ চরণের আসা-যাওয়া
Akashe aj kon choroner asha-jawa
Who steps across the sky,
In the air whose touch do I feel?
A long-lost message of farewell plays out
In the melodies of the flute of someone distraught.
Beneath the shadows of the forest
Strays a pair of youthful, tender eyes.
The flowers that blossomed long ago in spring
Sob in bees' humming wings.
Beneath Bokul* trees, on lazy afternoons,
Those missives that I had set afloat in winged melodies,
Return to me filled with tearfulness.
*Bokul - a tree of Bengal, with small star-shaped white flowers with a light and pleasant fragrance.
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