No matter how You treat me

(3326) Tomar hasi he priya mor

Your smile, hey my Darling,
The tune on psyche's lute it plays.
So why do You go on forgetting;
Myself You keep far, far away.

Please don't go to someplace foreign;
Make me not ignore the weight of my past ages.
Having come near and held dear,
Let anklets upon ruddy feet resonate.

Tired am I, weary the eyes;
I don't see You, is that why?
Maybe You're seated beside me;
Just it I notice not, I am dazed.

You are present, so am I;
Yourself have I prized.
I retain, owing to Thee,
Hope honeyed, crimson-stained.

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