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-Alas, i have no more time.
+I am out of time;
-I have no more time.
+No more time is mine.
+At close of day, why did You arrive?
+Oh, Gracious Lord, this was ill-timed.
-Who are you, coming to me,
+The bakul{{#tag:ref|The ''bakul'' (বকুল) or [[wikipedia:mimusops elengi|mimusops elengi]] tree is found in South and Southeast Asia as well as Northern Australia. Its flowers have a light fragrance that persists after the flowers are dried. In India, these flowers are used to make ornamental garlands for ceremonial worship of deities.|group="nb"}} of my mind have fallen down;
-O merciful lord,
+My jasmine flowers{{#tag:ref|The [[wikipedia:Nyctanthes arbor-tristis|night-flowering jasmine]], known as ''shephali'' or ''shiuli'' in Bengali, is a shrub whose fragrant flowers open at dusk and close at dawn. The flower is the official state flower of West Bengal.|group="nb"}} have dropped to the ground.
-at this late hour of my life?
+On the lampstand, the candle of my mind has gone out.
+Having delayed, why did You arrive?
+Oh, Soulful Lord, this was ill-timed.
-The bakul flowers of my mind have dropped off.
+Lost to the great beyond are my companions;
-The shefali flowers have fallen down.
+Love, to what place has it drifted off?
-The lamp of my mind on the lamp stand
+My buds of hope have all shriveled up.
-is almost extinguished.
+Why then, with tender smile, did You come sit by my side?
+Omniscient Lord, this was ill-timed.
-How do you come,
-O merciful lord,
-so late in my life?
-My friends have departed.
-All the love of my life has also disappeared.
-The blossoms of my hope have all withered.
-Yet who are you, coming so late
-with your gentle smile
-and sit beside me at this late hour?
-O lord of my mind!
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