লিখন তোমার ধুলায় হয়েছে ধূলি
Likhon tomar dhulay hoyechhe dhuli (audio: Shantidev Ghosh)
Your words vanished in the dust
And bit by bit
I lost trace of the script.
Lonely, on a late spring afternoon
I think I catch a cue of your calligraphy
In fledgling, sprouting Nature.
The Mallika unfolds it's prolific fragrance
Reminiscent of you.
Memories of your soft hands
Of our aching farewell.
Your past phrases
Find roseate eloquence
In soundless shivers of the Madhobi creeper.