deep nibay gachhay - The Snuffed Candlelight

The evening breeze has snuffed the candlelight

But when you reach, don’t take to flight.

In the dark, arriving here

The fragrance of råjonigåndha will guide you dear.

For hours long I stay awake, singing, hoping

Perchance thinking of me you may come by.

I’m worried of sleeping off at the death of nigh’

Emptied of tunes as my tired voice dies.