You come quietly to that shore of death

ওই মরণের সাগরপারে চুপে চুপে
Oi moroner sagorpaare

You come quietly to that shore of death
You O Lord who enchants the world
You come in the form of a dream

My tears called out to you throughout the day
They swirled around tripping over obstacles
I was locked up in a dark well
You O Lord who enchants the world
You come today in the form of a dream

I see the dark cascade of your hair
The locks bejewelled with bright stars

The sky is filled with the pathos of song
It pulsates at your feet with the chirp of crickets
The incense of flowers suffuse my hymn
You O Lord who enchants the world
You come today in the form of a dream