All that my heart desires and craves for, it is for you: for you alone.
For you are all that I call my own, love, in this whole wide world.
Should happiness elude you here, then go forth and seek it freely;
For now that I have found you within my heart, I want for naught else.
I shall languish in the pangs of separation, dwelling forever upon you,
Through the long days and nights, and the long months and years to pass.
And should your heart love another, and your path never lead back to me,
I hope that all you wish for comes true, even though all sadness be my lot.
— Rabindranath Tagore (“আমার পরাণ যাহা চায়”, ft. Rishi Panda)
(Caveat: See this note for this kind of poetic translation.)
Delhi, Pauṣa Śuklā Daśamī,
The 1st of January in 2023.