Deception

You sought a rose from my bouquet, I spoke,
''These are offerings of my soul...
For my Lord, my
Light...''
Still you took a blossom,
by deceit, my dear..
And decked
your tresses and ears
Garlanded your neck
Like a fake goddess....
O my feigning beauty,
Don't you know,
The fragrance of sandal
Comes not from the wood,
But the moisture-melted love
From your heart
For your Lord.
Now there's nothing left for me
But to hide my soul from all
In my mind's deepest vault....
O my feigning beauty,
You know not what you've lost.

(এই ইংরাজী অনুবাদটা আমার কাছে হঠাৎ পাওয়া উপহারস্বরূপ। আমি অভিভূত আর কৃতজ্ঞ রইলাম, Sukanya Bandyopadhyay।)
[Bengali Version: ছল]