ওগো আমার চির-অচেনা পরদেশী
ogo amar chiro awchena pawrodeshi
O my ever unknown stranger
To which summons did you come
Out for a moment from your solitary arbour
I didn’t fathom what you said
But it’s strain lingers on
Like the melody of a flute
I sat alone in the morn
And wreathed a garland
It lay on the ground
Beneath the Ashok trees
When I came back at the end of day
I could not find it anymore
Even you had by then gone away
The hours went by
I could not sight you again
ogo amar chiro awchena pawrodeshi
O my ever unknown stranger
To which summons did you come
Out for a moment from your solitary arbour
I didn’t fathom what you said
But it’s strain lingers on
Like the melody of a flute
I sat alone in the morn
And wreathed a garland
It lay on the ground
Beneath the Ashok trees
When I came back at the end of day
I could not find it anymore
Even you had by then gone away
The hours went by
I could not sight you again
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