If I, if I, never know him….would he, would he beacon
me…today , when love is in the air, …whisper sweet strains to my blooming
buds…would he tint the flowers with his own hue, and reign over their hearts
and sway the green leaves…wake me up by
knocking at my heart’s door…would not he…? I’ld never know, never…would he come
across me?
Friday, March 2, 2012
Raatri
jabey hobey andhokar
Baatayoney
bosiyo tomaar.
Sob
chherey jaabo, priye, samookher path diye-
Feeray
dekha hobey naa toh aar.
Feley
diyo bhorey gaantha mlaan mallikar
malakhani –
Sei
hobey sparsho, sei tobo bidayer baani.- Sesh
Basanto
by Rabindranath Tagore
Buenos Aires
In
the eventide
Sit
beside the casement.
I
would leave all, my dearest, before thee …
Before
our much trodden path
We
would never meet, never, ever again…
Leave
the wreath of desiccated flowers-
That
would be the last touch of you
Our
parting message that would be –The Last Spring
by
Rabindranath Tagore
Buenos
Aires
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