In these summer winds
In the woodland of my mind
Like bunches of flowers
My words are madly swaying
O my sweet love
If in loneliness my time passes
And they drop in the scorching sun
None will look at them
They will lie on the dust.
Looking at your way
I have been waiting and waiting
My time is about to end
Come my love, come to my bower
And collect those flowers
To string them in your garland.
Translation of the seasonal song – Chaitrapabane mamo chittabane banimanjari sanchalita, ogo Lolita – by Rabindranath Tagore. Its best recording is by Debabrata Biswas. The original with its swaralipi or notation is at http://www.rabindra-rachanabali.nltr.org/node/5222.
