I never dreamed of reaping fruit

ফল ফলাবার আশা আমি মনে রাখি নি Phol pholabar asha ami mone rakhini (audio:Arghyo Sen)  I never dreamed of reaping fruit I am happy to shower my blossoms off At the slightest tug of the southern breeze When birds sing soulfully in spring, Their warbles wane with the wind, I, too, have let my scores slip, like fallen buds. When all blossoms are blown,  When I am left barren, all alone, What will that day be like, Never have I fretted, nor cared. Maybe, in my branches, bare with giving, This message will trill with a beat, 'I have given the ultimate gift, My heartbeat-sweetness,  My spring-time-bliss.'