Mar 2, 2012

I head home at the end of play

চলিয়াছি গৃহপানে
choliyachhi grihopaane

I head home at the end of play
Call me, do call me
My heart and soul are very weary

My robes are soiled with dust
I’m panic stricken in this darkness
I’ve partaken of melancholia
To allay the thirst of my soul

This game of worldly affairs is heart-wrenching
Having lost all my hope, I weep inconsolably

I build castles of dirt to see them crumble
I walk dejected and forlorn
Do grant me your consolation

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