সখী, আমারি দুয়ারে কেন আসিল
shokhi, amari duare keno
My friend, why did he come to my door?
The ascetic with his alms bowl at dawn
Why did the Veena resonate with such pathos?
I notice him each time I go past
Should I summon or turn him away, I wonder
The dark horizon of monsoon
The clear sky of autumn
The southern breeze of spring
The flowering foliage of forests
He sings of them ever so often
In many a song with a myriad feelings
I get distracted from my work
My eyes awash in tears
shokhi, amari duare keno
My friend, why did he come to my door?
The ascetic with his alms bowl at dawn
Why did the Veena resonate with such pathos?
I notice him each time I go past
Should I summon or turn him away, I wonder
The dark horizon of monsoon
The clear sky of autumn
The southern breeze of spring
The flowering foliage of forests
He sings of them ever so often
In many a song with a myriad feelings
I get distracted from my work
My eyes awash in tears
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