Jun 4, 2011

Hours slip by awaiting you

বেলা গেল তোমার পথ চেয়ে
Bela gelo tomar potho cheye

Hours slip by awaiting you
Alone I sit on the banks
Oarsman! Do row me ashore

My flute of playful hours I have broken
I have closed down my books of smiles and tears
The evening breeze caresses my tired limbs
And my eyes grow heavy with sleep

One by one on the other shore
Light up the lamps of eventide
From prayers in a distant temple
Resonates the sound of conch shells

Come and rob me of my fatigue
Bring me coffers of rest and peace
Do come rowing your boat ashore

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