আমার কণ্ঠ হতে গান কে নিল ভুলায়ে
Amar kontho hote gaan ke nilo bhulaye
Who charms my voice into forgetfulness?
My lost melodies flock into the nest of silence
Within my soul...
In somber days of Sraabon*,
Hovering in the sighs of the jasmine,
He waves sweet shadows, sprawling wings over my heart.
When autumn shivers with an exuberant Shiuli**
My eyes well up with a streak of a song.
In the depth of night, what melody does he make,
Spinning music between slumber and wakefulness,
With what beat does he softly rock my dreams?
*Sraabon - The second month of monsoon in Bengal.
**Shiuli - a fragrant small white flower of Autumn in Bengal.
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