Tears brimmed over my eyes
Beneath the empty recesses of the heart there loomed
Dense water-laden clouds borne along by a graceful gentle breeze
Pleasant, the night awoke again in joyous delight
O slaker of the sweltering sun, the saviour of the afflicted
The only refuge for the thirsty at heart -
Hail her for her benevolent mercy, sung in a hymnal tune
Wake up in bliss, O my eternally thirsty chatak heart wake up,
For slowly in sweet silent drops of honeyed drizzle
Love rains down surely in soothing showers.
(*This is a free translation of Rabindranath Tagore’s Bangla song Nayan bhashilo jale)
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