Much I had to say to him

কত কথা তারে ছিল বলিতে
Koto kotha taarey chhilo bolitey

Much I had to say to him
When our eyes locked on the way

Alone I sit night and day
Weaving my words together
Gently to many a tune
Of Raag Puravi or Lalit

Those words of mine span the skies
They bloom in groves and gardens

I play with those words of mine
I hold them within myself
I spread them in the open
I sing those words to myself
As if to entice that someone