কী ফুল ঝরিল বিপুল অন্ধকারে
Kee phul jhorilo bipul ondhokare (audio: Suchitra Mitra)
A bud waned in the dark.
Her fragrance
Like an unfinished cue
Penetrated my slumber
She had arrived at night
Like a lonely bird
As an offering for sunrise
Frail,
She had ventured a prayer beyond herself
Her beauty unrevealed, nameless;
Leaving on the endless path
Of irretrievable stars
I wonder what she had to say
With her sublime silence
I wonder, what brought her
To the obscure enclave of night.
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