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AT   THE   THRESHOLD   OF   LOVE
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At the  threshold of   Love
I  leave  the  stain  of  my sweat
This  is  my  ritual  design - or
the  'ALPANA'  motif  at  your  door .

Eager to  listen  to  the conch-shell
that  you  blow  within   for me
time  without  number  I  came  here--and
went  back , -  dis appointed
you  were  not  present  to  please  my  sight !

Without  a  hint by  you
some way  -   some  how
or on  vital    waves
I  can  neither  advance  more
nor retrace  my  steps
this  - I  let  you  know  .
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Bengali  poem( 1970 ) :   translated  by   Umanath  Bhattacharya (Late );  Published .
Now edited  and  compressed  by  the  poet.