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O lord,
Why did You come today if You will just go away
why did you come today,
At this baleful time, at this baleful time?
when you had to return back so untimely?
Mayhap You had come, having journeyed by mistake;
I thought you came by mistake.
Now that the goof is clear, You've a mind to retire.
Now, realizing the mistake, the mind wanted to return.  
 
I had not kept the welcome pot filled with water at the door.  
By the door a waterpot{{#tag:ref|According to [https://dsal.uchicago.edu/cgi-bin/app/biswas-bengali_query.py?qs=%E0%A6%AE%E0%A6%99%E0%A7%8D%E0%A6%97%E0%A6%B2&searchhws=yes&matchtype=default Samsad], ''mauṋgalghat́'' is a pitcher kept in a home to curry divine favor.|group="nb"}} had not been kept;
I had not kept kindled the golden lamp in the home.  
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I was sleeping, crying profusely, by your lack of affection.  
Asleep I'd been, shedding tears in torrents;
You possess all qualities, but do not show affection.
At Your lack of loving kindness...
You understand all, but do not realize the agony.  
 
My experience speaks that about you.
Among all virtues, empathy's the one You're lacking;
You come into the folds, only to flow tears from the eyes.
You stay knowing everything, but do not fathom grief.
Speaking from experience, this is Your history:
You arrive to grant embrace, but only when eyes cry...
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