যে ছায়ারে ধরব বলে করেছিলেম পণ
Je chhayare dhorbo bole
The image I had so long meant to come by,
In her turn, now embraces my fetters of melody.
Her touch, like the fleeting play of clouds in Autumn
Dissolves into a pure blue sky
Yet now somewhere deep
I hear her ankle bells chime with my music.
With slow drifts caressing my lazy, sweet hours
Her fragrance would permeate our secret
Meetings and farewells.
Today at length I find my own tunes
Resonating with the notes of Autumn
In a cadence of Chhayanaut
When she, with her rhythmic dancing jingles
Blends her presence into the soulful symphony.