Jun 15, 2015

O my oarsman of the raft of monsoon clouds

ওগো আমার শ্রাবণমেঘের খেয়াতরীর মাঝি
Ogo amar srabonmegher kheyatorir majhi

O my oarsman of the raft of monsoon clouds
Unfurl your sails in the tearladen eastern breeze
My distracted heart gazes on
Her burden is not all that heavy
Just one spray of Kadamba flowers

The playmate of my morn who was with me
I ask myself if you know her whereabouts
Your song as you row brings to my mind her eyes
My sobs ring out in the sky filled with ache

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