You leave your trace in a tapestry of buds

কুসুমে কুসুমে চরণচিহ্ন দিয়ে যাও
Kushume kushume choron chinho (audio: Debabrata Biswas)

You leave your trace,
In a tapestry of buds,
A florid remembrance
You will easily erase.

I wonder why you fly
Even before the playful fever is over
I ponder your instinctive haste

Your tearful, aching gaze softens,
Transforms your trail,
For a startling moment
Before you shift,
Before you walk down an endless road
To an inconceivable remoteness

Your music arouses blossoms
From their winter trance,
But before they unfold
You are gone.

I wonder how your magic
Comes to an end,
Why my wreathes
Created of longing, lonesomeness,
Are never delivered.

My eyes thirst for your presence,
My spirit aches to keep you.

If you are so sure to leave,
Why not comfort my heart
With a momentary treasure,
A blooming gift?