प्रिये
You ' ll be late at night ,
darling , why are you so thirsty ?
Mrigal is right ,
drink the water from my lips ;
dream of my saltwater your sea roar ;
who came here by mistake ,
me or you ?
You made that mistake ,
I ' m sorry ! If thou wilt ,
I will meet thee ,
where black melancholy flows in the sky ;
I will fill the void of silence upon thy head ;
but where shall thou lay it ?
If you are tired ,
put your head down ,
place Gagri on the pile of stones
where you are hiding your
face in your hands ;
perhaps you will spend the
evening looking at my path .
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Translated In Bhashini - 14/02/2024
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