মন হতে প্রেম যেতেছে শুকায়ে
mon hote prem jetechhe shukaye
Love wilts within my heart
Life wanes towards an end
A worn face, dim eyes, mane as white as snow
The Veena lies neglected, silent by my side
My fingers too weak to play
My voice too feeble to sing
I bid farewell to you my friend
My companion in melodious times
Will you pour one last time
Sweet nectar into my life
Before I take leave from life
Just once, only once I want to sing
With my dying breath I will sing
Those songs so dear to me
The trees will fan their branches
Above my memorial stone
The forest gods and goddesses
Will chant odes to oblivion
mon hote prem jetechhe shukaye
Love wilts within my heart
Life wanes towards an end
A worn face, dim eyes, mane as white as snow
The Veena lies neglected, silent by my side
My fingers too weak to play
My voice too feeble to sing
I bid farewell to you my friend
My companion in melodious times
Will you pour one last time
Sweet nectar into my life
Before I take leave from life
Just once, only once I want to sing
With my dying breath I will sing
Those songs so dear to me
The trees will fan their branches
Above my memorial stone
The forest gods and goddesses
Will chant odes to oblivion
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