From Tagore's Creation

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'The spring of my life has left me long'.

The spring of my life has left me long .

I, dry and deserted, can no longer respond

To your lusty call, my sweet -heart,

As l could in those bygone days.

The path that leads to you, my love, 

is covered With lifeless leaves and petals

Of faded memories – those too, are too frivolous, 

My dear, to offer to your alluring charm .

Your enticing winking like an enchanting flute Longing long for enlivening my insensitive

 heart ; 

Yet l remain mute , for, you know not 

I ,bereft of all adornments of youth,

Can scarcely reciprocate with your beckoning–

 Rapturous, irresistible.

                                         Translated by

                               Dulal Chandra Bandyopadhyay.