Amidst the much I acquire

অনেক পাওয়ার মাঝে মাঝে
Awnek pawar majhe majhe

Amidst the much I acquire
When is it I get a slight something?
That slightest which evokes the southern breeze

The days go by, one after another
As if swept along with the road
Skirting my home as they come and go

There comes a dawn that alights in my room
The one I’d wished for my whole life long

In wake of the light that’s lost to me
I cull a few flecks of radiance
To wreathe the garland of my life

I decorate my salver with that garland I stitch together
From the luminous bits of days gone asunder
The thrill of the one moment
The fleeting flame of the lamp
The half-sung song on the lone string of my lute