(455) Amar sedin hariye geche
Lost are those days of mine
When You remained by my side.
A mental garland I once offered
At the foot of love's altar.
In my garden, still they grin;
The jasmine and magnolia burgeon.
But You went somewhere far, far off;
Now flowers blossom all for naught.
Addicted to dawn's crimson color,
My pollen still does quiver.
Fresh pollen, it is falling down,
Lying neglected on the ground.
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A poignant and plaintive reverie expressing the pangs of separation.
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