ক্ষুভিত সাগরে নিভৃত তরীর গেহ, রজনী দিবস বহিছে তীরের স্নেহ। দিকে দিকে যেথা বিপুল জলের দোল গোপনে সেথায় এনেছে ধরার কোল। উত্তাল ঢেউ তারা যে দৈত্য-ছেলে পুত্তলী ভেবে লাফ দেয় বাহু মেলে। তার হাত হতে বাঁচায়ে আনিলে তুমি, ভূমির শিশুরে ফিরে পেল পুন ভূমি।
YOU CAME TO me in the wayward hours of spring with flute songs and flowers. You troubled my heart from ripples into waves, rocking the red lotus of love. You asked me to come out with you into the secret of life. But I fell asleep among the murmurous leaves of May. When I woke the cloud gathered in the sky and the dead leaves flitted in the wind. Through the patter of rain I hear your nearing footsteps and the cry to come out with you into the secret of death. I walk to your side and put my hand into yours, while your eyes burn and water drips from your hair.
WHAT IS THIS melody that overflows nay life, only I know and my heart knows. Why I watch and wait, what I beg and from whom, only I know and my heart knows. The morning smiles like a friend at my gate, the evening droops down like a flower by the edge of the woods. The flute music floats in the air in the dawn and in the dusk. It beguiles my thoughts away from my toils. What is this tune and who plays it ever, only I know and my heart knows.
