Originally posted by: vyapti
I had earlier shared a song. This time I am sharing it with translation.
It is a song of Viraha. Though the poet, Kazi Nazrul Islam, does not mention Radharani directly here, I feel he remembered her while writing this.
https://youtu.be/NwdviP12aLQ
Oh beloved
Come silently
Like the moon
In the midnight.
Oh dearest
Take the form of sleep
And touch my eyelids.
The outer doors of my life
Will never open for you
Again.
Open the door of my heart
And come
Stealthily
To remain
Entwined with memories.
Take the form of the fragrance of flowers
And come
In the breeze of the night.
Take the form of nightingale
And call
‘Piya Piya Piya’
In the forest nest.
Take the form of tears
To come to my eyes.
Take the form of the tune of the flute
And whisper in my ears.
Take the form of Viraha
Oh the ever Virahi
And come
In the anguish of my soul.