Ashar Shandhya An evening in June By Tagore Translated by Ranu
The evening is drawing close,the day is done.
The tieless rain is dripping at intervals.
Sitting alone in the corner what am I thinking__
what message the confidante breeze is leaving, Jasmine in the woods.
My heart is pounding I cannot find the reason__
the fragrance of the wet flowers makes my heart weep.
What tune can I play to fill the hours of the night_
what anxiety is distracting me I wonder__
Is it the tieless rain dripping at intervals?