Bengali Poetry (Translated)

Going...

I've packed it all up, my way;
keep my glass bangles and my old kohl-pot, carefully.

The rains that soak your veranda—from today you'll have to watch them alone;
when it drizzles in sunlight, you'll have to name it the fox's wedding by yourself.

Learn a little sewing now, won't you? When a shirt button tears off suddenly as you rush to work, mend it yourself.
When your hand touches a hot pan, it burns. If that should happen, quickly dab some honey on the burnt spot.

When you're ill, don't pretend to be well—go to the doctor;
and cut down on cigarettes, bit by bit.

Come back, don't go away...don't say such things to me ever again;
thinking of you, I want to weep for the rest of my life.
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