(aji jotshn arate sobai gechhe bone)
Everybody has gone to forest
In moonlit night today
In this drunken summer wind
I must not and unwilling to go
I’m staying home alone
In total quietness all by myself
Not willing to go in drunken wind
My home need careful cleaning
With thorough washing and drying
Without knowing when he comes
I will be staying awake with hope
That he remembers me
Amid this drunken summer wind
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A poem of gentle responsibility, spending time cleaning in preparation for the Lord's coming, not going drunkenly into the forest like everyone else. Being ready and hopeful for our Lord's coming. Great message in this one, Tushar. Thank you, RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your comments are penetrating and accurate as usual. I enjoy reading your comments on Tagore's works, Roseann. Thank you, Tushar