This morning you came, my prince
With a lovely parijat flower in your hand
The city was silent
The roads were empty
You passed alone in your chariot
For a brief moment you stood by my window
And cast your merciful glance
I only thought but was too idle to rise
In what pleasure the darkness of my room danced
My dreams were filled with what strange fragrance
My lute was lying on the floor in dust
It was strung by a strange music
It was too late when I woke up
And you were long gone
It seems I shall meet you never again.
Transcreation of the song – Sundar tumi esechhile aj prate / arun baran parijat loye hatey – by Rabindranath Tagore. Best live-recording is by Debabrata Biswas.