মনে পড়ে আজ সে কোন জনমে বিদায় সন্ধ্যাবেলা

In my mind today, at dusk, I stand still, while you, on the other side, fade away. That farewell moment will keep me in mind, my friend, and you will return, and we will play that old game again. You haven't come yet, dear, my tears form letters and fly towards the distant woods, searching for you. The birds search for you in my song, but cannot find you. Your name still lingers in my song, but the tune fades away, and the bird returns, troubled, with worry in its heart.