Shunyo ebuke paakhi more aay phire aay, phire aay (Come back, Come O my Winged Friend)

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Bengali Version
Come back, Come O my Winged friend,
Retreat to this empty heart.
The Morning Glory'd sought you to the end
and died when its dreams fell apart;
Dismal at your absence,
The Moon paled in sorrow untold -
Sadness pervading all the senses,
The Elements besought you to return to their fold.
Spreading a thousand fingers into the sky,
The trees sought your glimpse to quench their thirst;
A storm stifled a frustrated cry,
Creepers, shorn of support, bit the dust.
Vernal blooms would adorn the nature again,
If you, O Restless, yielding to my entreaties
Return. The gray sky would brighten -
Recapturing its azure glory in your eyes.

(This translation was contributed by Kausik Datta kausik_datta@hotmail.com )
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