Translation
It pleases me Yourself to ponder...
Why do You not speak, why do You not speak?
What's this hope, this hopeless dream,
A cradle rocking between wanting and not getting?
Why don't You come near, why just stay far-far distant;
Why just call me like a phantom with a beckon?
Myself upon sky You keep floating like a flower's pollen;
What is this love of Yours... is it deceit?
River, the ocean she does like to discover;
Comet comes racing into Earth's circumference.
And I too, in guise of meditation, with You want to merge;
But even knowing this, You don't take heed?
Translated from Bengali
Latin Sanskrit
TOMĂKE BHĂVITE BHĂLO LĂGE MOR
KENA BALO NĂ KENA BALO NĂ
E KII ĂSHĂ E KII DURĂSHĂ
CĂOYĂ NA-PĂOYĂR JHULANĂ
KENA NĂHI KĂCHE ĂSO KENAI BĂ DĂRE THĂKO
ĂBHĂSE IUášGITE KENAI BĂ MORE DĚĂKO
KUSUMAPARĂG SAMA ĂKĂSHE BHĂSĂYE RĂKHO
E KII PRIYA TAVA CHALANĂ
SARITĂ BHĂLABĂSE MAHODADHIKE PETE
ULKĂ CHĂTĚE ĂSE DHARĂRI PARIVESHETE
ĂMIO DHYĂNĂVESHE CĂI TOMĂTE MISHITE
E KI JĂNIYĂO JĂNO NĂ
07-10-1984