Grief-Laden Mid-Night

In this still solitude of deep mid-night Tears unbidden appear in my eyes What recollection doth enrapture Whose disregard doth agonize the breast? What wail of disappointment doth in the bottom of her heart arise and start a flood of tears? The agony of my unfulfilled life I cannot conceal this mid-night, Thus in the privacy of my solitary, bed I do but burst into overflowing tears. On such a night arose once a hundred desires in my bosom and now their despondency is writ large in that drooping Shefalika and in the pathos of the Purabi strains. [Translation: Abdul Hakim]