Flowers there are none in the gardens

পুষ্পবনে পুষ্প নাহি, আছে অন্তরে
pushpobone pushpo nahi aachhe ontore

Flowers there are none in the gardens
They flower in my heart
Spring has come into my being
Bare branches have begun to sprout
Silent birds have taken to song
Joy washes over deserted wilderness
I have no fear of sorrow
I have built my home in the sadness of separation
Yet is my heart abuzz with the sound of bees
Yet does happiness nest in my heart
Eternal hope resides in my being
Love I have ensnared in my heart-cage