One by one my days are passing
My room is dark
When I look at the place I kept for you
I cannot tell what I feel
O my friend
My tray is now filled with flowers
I thought I would make a garland
To place at your feet
Counting your footsteps
The stars are awake all night
My garden full of flowers
Feels the touch of the breeze
Blown by your scarf
Waiting and waiting
The heart of this springtime pines
It finds no words, only weeps.
Translation of the love song ' Diner pore din je gelo ' by Rabindranath Tagore. Best recording of this song is by Rejwana Choudhury. The original with its swaralipi or notation is at http://www.rabindra-rachanabali.nltr.org/node/5512.
