আজি শ্রাবণঘনগহন মোহে
Aji sraabonghonogohon mohe (audio: Debabrata Biswas)
Submerged in high monsoon,
in an opaque darkness
you arrived, as clandestine,
as secretive and soundless
as the sleeping night.
The dawn has shut her eyes
the wind calls out in vain
the brazen blue of the sky
has been dimmed.
Birds in the wilderness are speechless,
gates have been latched,
roads are unoccupied
but for you, lone traveler.
I keep my door ajar for you,
my friend, my love,
do not hover away from me
like a lost dream,
do not deal me with apathy.
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