If I Knew My Pain Is For What - Original By Rabindranath Tagore Poem by Asif Andalib

If I knew my pain is for what
I would tell you, no problem
Who makes me cry so much my friend
Even I don't know her name!

I stretch my hands for whom
Who is being searched by my eyes
I have sold everything
But I have not got its price!

Where is the treasure of this pain
I think and think and think
In the seven oceans of thoughts
Like a stone now I sink

What everyone calls bliss
I play it with drum stick
I don't want, don't want this
Says sound of my music!