Meyetir naam Abhilasha

Mlan drishti te janlar baire takiye chilam,
Aakesher prekkhapot e,
sheet-grishmer lukochuri te motto hoye
meghera mekhechilo holud.

Mathar modhye
mridu golaye keu daklo,
"Tumi ashbe na?"
Aami chhute baire beriye dekhlam take
Godhulir aabcha aalo-aandhare,
Prosharito hoste aamar dike cheye dariye chilo.

Taar haath theke chhoto shindoorer kouto ta niye,
Takaalam taar chokher dike:
Godhulir aabcha aalo te
Maatal hashi heshe, shei drishti aatmoshomorpon korlo aamar kache
"Ei jibon e aar taar poreo..."
Protishrutir rokte raanga shei shindoor
Chhoriye dilam taar kopale.

Shomoi daariye chilo,
Godhulir aabcha aalote
Tar dehe dheu er moton mishe gelam.
Hothath kore mukh ghuriye,
Shei purono hashi heshe, ghaar heliye
She jigesh korlo amake,
"Aaj ki shondhya ashbe?"
Aami matha nere kichui bollam na.

I

Please leave this strand of hair,
incase I never see you again
please don't take away the essence of that incense
that, which causes me to lose my mind.

I won't ask you not to leave today,
I will smile, I will wish you luck
I will stand and wave
as I watch your outline fade,
and I will pretend not to look.

Don't pain,
Whisper my words to yourself
deep in the night.

But you know what?
You are mine,
you were always mine...
you were always mine...



II

It is cold, the winter sun retreating
I watch the coconut tree beside my window,
It is your favourite sight,
and unknown to you, mine too.

There shall never be another
who will consume my mind, my subconscious
my love, and my heart.
For my love,
I'm quite dead without you.
And what is a rose to the dead?

The darkness falls my love,
the sky menstruates
I become playful and childlike.

I am in pain,
and this pain will cause my demise.
I just want you to know
that I loved you
true as true can be.