Let me be with my own thoughts আমায় থাকতে দে-না আপন-মনে amay thakte de na Let me be with my own thoughts I recall and relive his touch each moment Who can distract me much longer In a spin of words and a spiral of work I sit in a secret corner and wreathe A welcome garland in his memory This jewel like pain that he bequeathed I hold it close and set out at day end On a solitary journey to seek him I stand before him with tearful eyes I bedeck him with his own riches Translated by Rumela Sengupta Email This BlogThis! Share to Twitter Share to Facebook Share to Pinterest Category Love - Prem 

Let me be with my own thoughts
আমায় থাকতে দে-না আপন-মনে
amay thakte de na

Let me be with my own thoughts
I recall and relive his touch each moment

Who can distract me much longer
In a spin of words and a spiral of work
I sit in a secret corner and wreathe
A welcome garland in his memory

This jewel like pain that he bequeathed
I hold it close and set out at day end
On a solitary journey to seek him

I stand before him with tearful eyes
I bedeck him with his own riches
Translated by Rumela Sengupta
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