Left speechless

(2387)  Ganer bhasa mor hariye geche

My song's language has gone missing;
Inside bosom is wee bit of its melody.
Mid flower-bud, despite dwelling concealed,
Up till now has lingered a touch of honey.

On an autumn evening when I saw You,
With fragrance of night-jasmine, neath pale light of moon,
Under that same circumstance a song comes a-sailing;
You left with its lyrics, but the tune has persevered.

On a dark and gloomy night when I saw Thee,
Beneath a wanton stream of rain and lightning,
In that ghastly circumstance, a song also appears;
The ode has gone, but a tune dances to its beat.

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