মেঘছায়ে সজল বায়ে মন আমার
Megho chhaaye shojolo baaye (audio link)
Shadowy clouds, moist winds,
My wistfulness, besotted with
An invisible smile, an unconscious heartache.
The Medlar buds you braided for me as love's gift,
Have since wilted, but the fragrance lingers in my heart.
I know you will never return, ever
I know how distant your path is from mine
Yet your parting does not deplete my world, entirely
You picked up my flute on your way
Leaving a cascade of your songs to live by.