(kusume kusume choron-chihno diye jao, seshe dao muchhe)
Making footprint on flower to flower you finally erase them
Oh restless one why ending your game before the day ends
Proceed by touching sudden glimpsing wet-eyesights in pain
Where that road ends in a far distant land?
Everyone go on asking you that question
Budding-branch been created by your flute
No sign of yourself during the blossoming
Not knowing end of playtime I waiting alone with my garland
My crying eyes calling ' come come come'
My thirsty heart saying 'wishing to tie up'
While leaving 'oh dear leave some behind'
If not willing to make us aware of yourself
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Its a lovely poem by Kabiguru expressing the mystery of Absolute who never likes to be visible to the mass, who possibly gives a continued message to humanity (as I believe) .... You will be remembered by your deeds, not by anything else. You are riding a Time Train which never waits, So do something fruitful, you wont get this moment again. .... Thanks you.