ডেকেছেন প্রিয়তম, কে রহিবে ঘরে
Dekechhen priyotomo, ke rohibe ghore (audio)
The muse calls in love
It is time to show up,
To release from quiescence.
I come to herald everyone
In hustling celebration
Seething souls will find respite
From ache, alienation
The sky will pour it's symphony
The earth will be wrapped
In magnificence.
Creation transforms
To a gorgeous stage for the tryst
My heart is now prepared
To meet the loving face
Reflected within
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