It makes no sense

(2747)  Tumi jadi nahi ele, asibe kena balechile

When You did not come,
Why You'd said that it will happen?
When You did not take the garland,
Why had You made flowers blossom?

In the scorching heat of summer
Wafts the wine of sandalwood.
When proximate You did not sit,
Watching, why then had You grinned?

I call to You by day, at night I weep;
On You alone I muse endlessly.
Remote, when You went on staying,
Why then had You cherished?

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