My days got restive of the golden cage
Those multi-coloured days of mine.
They got our of the fetters of joy and crying
Those multi-coloured days of mine.
The words of my soul's song
I had hopes they might learn-
They flew away, without saying much
Those multi-coloured days of mine.
I dream, they circle round my broken cage
In expectation of meeting someone
Those multi-coloured days of mine.
So much pain can't be all deception.
Are they all shadowy birds.
Is nothing left at the horizon
Those multi-coloured days of mine.
	--from Selected Songs of Rabindranath Tagore, translated by Abu Rushd