Purano sei diner katha bhulbi kire hai
O sei chokher dekha, praner katha
Se ki bhola jay.
Will you forget that yore,
Our sighting then and heart’s talks that still lure;
O mate, come once more,
To my heart’s core;
Let’s talk our weal and woe
To quench our soul parched so.
At dawn we plucked flower,
Cradled in our bower,
Played flute under the Bakul tree
And sang in musical spree.
In between was our departure –
One from the other flung far;
If we’ve met again,
Be within my heart lain.
Note: The tune of this song has been borrowed from Scottish folk music. It is, as a rule, heard in the alumni associations of the educational institutions in Bengal when old mates meet after a long time gap after they have left their Alma Mater. There could not be a better outlet of their emotions at that moment than this song. Of course, this song is not exclusive preserve for the alumni and may be appropriately used in similar other get together.
