Sitting on your threshhold to sing you a song
In this soft warm evening of June, my enchantress.
The breeze that carry the promise of a spell of rain
Is the aria that pane of your windows want to rhythm in.
I want to sing a song oh my unknown temptress
Will you hear me; will you close your eyes when I’ll singing…
The long day descending slowly; the curtain dropping in slow pace
The tired summer wind bated tired curtaining your face–
With the let loose hairs of yours, blueish black of the mid-night.
Sitting at your foot want to sing a song to you, my melancholia…
See, darkness has come down; do not leave me now
As I sing to you; the evening let it be ours…do not bid…
Inspired by songs of Rabrindranath Tagore specially Tomae Gaan Shonabo.
Will share the original in Bengali soon.