Could it be?

(1003)  Tumi esechile bhalobesechile

Come You had, and loved You had;
Afterward You went away, oh why, please say.
Coming and then going, it only gives pain;
Not coming would have been more pleasant than that.

The garland You had worn, spreading its fragrance...
The flowers have all fallen; the string is become vacant.
But even now that memory, in my mind it's radiant.

The seat on which You'd sat, coating with sweetness...
Even now a sigh it elicits in heart's niche.
With both pleasure and pain, it remains copious.

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