You had come in the morn

সুন্দর তুমি এসেছিলে আজ প্রাতে
shundor tumi eshechhiley aaj praatey

You had come in the morn
O Gracious one
A Parijat flower in your hands
Petals hued crimson as the sun

Slumbered the land in a deep sleep
Not a wayfarer on the road
Alone you came and went
In your chariot made of gold
You did halt for a moment
Your eyes full of compassion
To gaze upon my casement
You had come in the morn
O Gracious one

A fragrance did perfume my dreams
A thrill did run through the darkness
Silent my Veena that lay in the dust
It sang out unplucked to a touch unseen

Many a time I thought I should
Shake off my languor and rush out
By the time I did you were gone
Meet you I could not anymore
You had come in the morn
O Gracious one

*Parijat : a mythical heavenly flower that never fades
* Veena : a stringed instrument