I feel empty

শূন্য হাতে ফিরি, হে নাথ, পথে পথে 
Shunyo haate phiri, he nath, pothe pothe (audio: Suchitra Mitra)

I feel empty, drifting,
begging, at many doors.
My heart thirsts for some strange thing.
My spirit refuses to be quenched,
my hunger seethes within.
I squander little profits
I drown in a deluge of tears,

Seekers have gained on me,
the sun dips in the horizon.
Darkness sets in
crowds, scatter into silence.

I wonder, how many pathways,
I need to walk down
to arrive at a resplendent home
by the shore.
Till then I embed my yearnings
on the pathway.