Ashar Shandhya An evening in June By Tagore Translated by Ranu

Jasmine flower

Jasmine flower (Photo credit: snopek)

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?