Tagore Song (265) Oh My Heart’s Jewel, That Joy Of Your Heart-Swing Making Pain Poem by Tushar Ray

(O-amar dhyaneri dhon, tomar hridoye dolay je hasi rodon)

Oh my heart’s jewel, that joy of your heart-swing making pain:
Comes spring blooming Bokul, garden full-moon is in overjoy
They cannot locate you, hiding in mind as a secret dream
You fooling eyes by what kind of game!
Flooding in tears you overwhelm eyes
Fragrance comes why I can’t see garland!
Hear the footsteps but road is very quiet
The day is passing away
Flowers are withering
My universe is living as if not having live parents
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