Rater majhe exechilo pori, An angel came in the dark of night
Bhore to cole ge`lo xe. And left before the dawn.
Roilo to`khon xo`ron xudhu Within the shadows of the mind,
Moner a~dhare, he. The memory remained.
Xei harano xo`roner kho~je, In search then of that memory,
Xo`pno-praxade ghuri. I wandered in my dreams,
Jakei dekhi, takei jigai, Asking those I met if they
Dekhejo e`moni huri? Had ever seen such grace.
Jo`toi khu~ji, pai na go, tai But finding nothing, I then sought
Dupure, xagor tire, The ocean shore at noon,
Roder jholoke, dekhi je`no hot’at And in the brilliance on the waves
Porir golari hire. I glimpsed her necklace bright.
Ce~cie ut’he, jha~p debo prae, I rushed towards the sea, but then
Ke e`k dhore bo`le, “Boka! A voice restrained me. “Fool!
Xo`pne exechilo bholate tomae, She came at night to play with you,
Ebaro dieche dhoka.” As now she does again.”
rat 1:45, 6oi Epril, 2014 kri. 2014 April 6th, Sat., 1:45 am Bensanharst’, Bruklin, No`bo Io`rk. Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, New York