কাছে যবে ছিল
kaachhe jobe chhilo
When near she was, I failed to go to her
When she left, I realised her absence
When the oarsman waited at the quay
I did not spare him a glance
Now I hear the splash of his oars from afar
The playhouse in which I did not play
There I sit forlorn night and day
The words from days gone by
Build a nest in my dreams
Today I merely look back with eyes awash
kaachhe jobe chhilo
When near she was, I failed to go to her
When she left, I realised her absence
When the oarsman waited at the quay
I did not spare him a glance
Now I hear the splash of his oars from afar
The playhouse in which I did not play
There I sit forlorn night and day
The words from days gone by
Build a nest in my dreams
Today I merely look back with eyes awash
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