Tumi rabe nirabe hridaye mama
Nibira nivrita purnima nishithini sama.
My heart will be a recluse
In your silence profuse
As of the profound full-moon night
With its solitude's calm light;
All my life and youth
My whole world you'll soothe,
With your glory you'll fill
Like the night's still.
Alone will wake your eye
Your compassion on me to lie,
Shade of your robe to cover
My lone for ever.
All my pain and blight,
My euphoria and delight
With fragrance you'll fill
Like the night sentinel still.
Note:
This song has a place in the Prem (=Love) series. Tthe readers/audience may see it in the mundane or even Plutonic sense of 'love' or to feel its succession to the perception of the Creator's care for us all through our life with its weal and woe or ups and downs. Such 'borderless' character of the Rabindrasangeet leaves scope for such open interpretation.
