A twilight.. garland.. of clouds..

তুমি সন্ধ্যার মেঘমালা..         
(tumi sandhyar meghmala..) 

A twilight.. garland.. of clouds..
You are to me.. my secret.. muse..
wondrous.. bird.. of my solitary.. sky..
My soul.. painted you with all its hue..
You are my own.. my very own..
Traveler.. of my breath.. within..

I tinged.. your feet..
With my ache..
Beloved.. bird.. of my twilight sky..
I fancied.. your face..
with impassioned.. venom.. mingled with elixir..
from my tears.. and laughter..
You are my own.. my very own..
Traveler.. of my solitary.. dreams..

I have toned.. your eyes..
With the dreaminess.. of worship..
Coveted.. love.. of my drunken.. eyes..
I have wreathed.. you lovingly with my music..
You are my own.. my very own..
Solitaire.. of my life.. and death..