If You go

(2901)  Jeo na jeo na, priitidor chinro na

Please don't go, go You not.
Thread of love, rend it not.
Leaving me, oh Darling, go not.
Upon the grass a dewdrop is coated;
By stroke of foot, mop it not.

Sun-god of morn, my bosom He enters;
Inspecting neath crimson light He grins.
He tells words of love, ever novel;
Scorched by sun let them be not.

In reeds and high grass, He awakens rhythm;
Mind He fills with fragrance of night jasmine.
Everyone in the whole world sings Your hymn;
This, do You know it not?

Sarkarverse article
Audio recording