अस्त राग

This is to my brothers whom I could not bid goodbye.

I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, my brothers!
I bow to you all and take my departure.
Here I give back the keys of my door - and I give up all claims to my house. I only ask for last kind words from you.
We were neighbors for long, but I received more than I could give. Now the day has dawned and the lamp that lit my dark corner is out. A summons has come and I am ready for my journey.

Tagore, from Gitanjali, XCIII

aamader अस्त राग ta kokhono bhoolbo na Saha...
Aar aami asha kori dada, ki brishti ta khoob jhilmil hoy...