You have no qualms in letting me forget

আমায় ভুলতে দিতে নাইকো
Amay bhulte dite naiko tomar bhoy
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You are not afraid to let me hover
To amble with an absent heart;
Since there is always an end to my drift,
But your love knows no bars.

Even if I may feel distant from you,
For you, no distance is that remote.
Even if my heart may stay furrowed,
Does that mean spring is not in bloom?

It is a game we play, often enough,
As you contentedly lose to me,
Yet win in your own sweet way
Through the glory of a chosen defeat.



(another version by Anandamayee Majumdar:)

You are not afraid to let me hover
To amble with an absent heart;
Since there is always an end to my drift,
But your love knows no bars.

Even if I may feel distant from you, 
For you, no distance is that remote.
Though my heart folds up
Does that mean Spring is not here
At your call?

It is a game we play, often enough,
You contentedly losing to me,
Yet winning in your own sweet way,
Through the glory of a chosen defeat.