আমার ভাঙা পথের রাঙা ধুলায়
Amar bhanga pawther ranga dhulay
Whose footmarks tread my beaten path?
Flowers from his wreath
Lie strewn on the earth.
He arrived in silence
Letting me know when he left,
Who else in such fashion
Could have broken my heart?
Once when the sun was young,
Blossoms had filled the roads,
With all its colours Spring was here.
As I waited ardently in my home
I never received a message from him
And so today, I must walk the path
With my over-worn, weary life.
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