Lavish.. your melody..

শ্রাবণের ধারার মতো
Sraaboner dharar moto (audio)

Lavish.. your melody.. on my face..
Lavish.. your songs.. on my heart..
In ceaseless cascades.. from the sky..
In torrents.. of a mighty rain..

From the east, like the tender sun..
Tunes.. that waft and shine..
On my senses.. on my sight..
Cleansing out my deepest dark..

Lavish.. your music.. everyday..
Let my smiles.. soak them up..
Lavish.. your music.. everyday..
Let my tears.. be submerged..

Fruitless, bud-less.. twigs of mine..
Toss.. them with your sodden.. breeze,
Lavish your music like the rain..
Reaching through my maladies..

Lavish.. your tunes.. like the rains..  
Stroking.. broken, buried beds..
Lavish.. your tunes.. everyday
Relieving my crave, my yen..


(another version for rendition in English)

Raining.. melodies..
let it rain.. let it rain..
all the tunes.. you make..
on my heart.. on my face..

From the east.. like the sun..
tender.. on my waking eyes..
in the dark.. in the night..
raining.. down on my heart..
raining.. melodies..
in my tears, on my smiles..

Raining.. on my branches..
where my flowers.. don't ever sprout..
waking, refreshing me..
with your wet, breezy.. bout..

Raining.. melodies..
on my broken, buried beds..
raining.. melodies..
on my sorrow, breathless.. seeds..
Raining.. melodies..
quench my craving, quench my yen..