কবে তুমি আসবে ব’লে
Kobe tumi ashbe bole
I will not ponder hungrily, when you may return
Withered blossoms, fall and perish, in succession
Time runs out in a moment's bout, and I should move on
The surging drift sends its heaves vibrating through me
Pull your anchor, rouse my oarsman, get plunged into the sea
I'll glide my ship into the deep to soar on my very own
The waxing gibbous moon swims sleepless in the sky
Sailing on her lonesome boat in a sea of dreamy high
You may not know which way to go, but cast your doubts aside
Your mind will be at liberty to take your chosen stride
With all the rest, make your haste, walking on along
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