A gloom has fallen.
Dark, these corridors.
Deathly silence speaks.
A distant ray gleams.
A forlorn sense of hope.
I’m lost without you.
I’m lost without you.
What slumber encumbers?
What pain inflames?
The love that is born.
Its sufferings tragic.
Bring me peace tonight.
Bring me the warmth.
A deserted fort beckons.
Broken doors open.
Come home tonight.
I’m lost without you.
I’m lost without you.
Cold stones paved.
Water shivers down.
Words billow like leaves.
Music flows like rivers.
Into the droughts of the heart.
An empty bed.
An empty room.
A ghost slumbers away.
A lost soul, a broken heart.
No warmth now remains.
Come home tonight.
My lips are parched.
The waters of your love.
Freely and willingly, pour.
Come home tonight.
My desire hungers.
The shivers of your body.
Freely and willingly, give.
Here is the path.
It leads to home.
Under the stars.
Serene and blissful.
Guard this home.
A fire, light above.
A wandering traveller.
Lost, now I long to be found.
Stay, love, do not leave.
This is my heart.
Poor and wretched.
All misery and pain.
Stay, love, do not leave.
Love, begs the beggar.
Coins strewn on stone.
So worthless and so vile.
I’m lost without you.
I’m lost without you.
O guiding star!
Gentle and kind.
Soul of my body.
Leave me not.
A faltering hand.
Beckons you here.
O my ever-strong love!
Hither, approach.
Here is the tomb.
Here lies my heart.
Sing, O sing, my love.
Bring me back to life.
To thee, I give.
Body and soul.
To hold and to cherish.
For richer or for poorer.
In sickness and in health.
Till death do us part.
For S. N.―
Bardhaman, Vaiśākha Śukla Caturthī.
The 10th of May in 2016.
Bardhaman, Vaiśākha Śukla Caturthī.
The 10th of May in 2016.