Bhebe chhilem ashebe phire
Tai phagun sheshe dilem biday;
Tumi gele bhashi nayan neere
Akhon Sravan dine mori dwidhay
Hoped you would return
At the season’s turn
So bade you
At spring-end ‘adieu’;
Over my tears you sailed away
Now I doubt in the Sravana* day;
In the dark of rain
Shed my tears of pain;
Alone in incessant shower
How I entice you back, I wonder.
Close to my eye when you're about
All is full, in and out.
On those replete days’ promise
My fear of separation I ease;
Yet in the solitude of night
Without you my heart does blight,
Melodious only to bereave
My eternal loss as you leave.
* season of rain
Note:
This song may be interpreted as the human languish for perception of the ultimate Truth or God, though at the same time, it may be for something lesser too, say, somebody’s near and dear ones.
