Your coming unforeseen

(2076)  Amar gharete e sharada rate

On this autumn night, to my dwelling,
You came, having lost Your way, Dear.
No hope had I held that there'd be Your advent
Any time at the gate of this wretched being.

I got no opportunity to decorate my domicile;
A wee garland I strung not with the blooms of mind.
And traced not were the sacred-art lines
On lane's surface, waterpot,^[1] or altar beneath.

I understood that this is compassion gratuitous;
I don't understand the formula of invocation.
But I also do not know how to give You up;
For all time You must go on staying.

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