Sweet spring has become eternal
In your sweet land
In its air you can always hear
The laughter and cries
Of coming and going.
One who goes, goes alone
But the blossoming of flowers goes on
At the end of the day shed some.
When I was here
I gave many songs
Now I am going far
Will it make any difference?
In your flowering garden
Under the shade of the flower plant
This hope I leave behind -
Let your vernal spring be shadowed
Often by the weeping rains.
Transcreation of the song – Madhuritu nitya hoye roilo tomar madhur deshe – by Rabindranath Tagore. Best recording of this wonderful song is by Debabrata Biswas.The original in Bengali script may be viewed at http://www.rabindra-rachanabali.nltr.org/node/6445