Amaar E Poth Tomar Pother Theke Anek Duure/My path has moved far from the one that you had traveled

My path has moved far away from the one that you had traveled//

Will my flowers ever find fulfillment in your garland,

The sounds of your flute float across the distant winds, weeping for whom I know not//

I rest my weary body in the shade of a road side tree/

Where is the one with whom I may share this painful loneliness-

Other travellers have all gone on ahead, leaving me behind //