I will bewitch you not with beauty আমি রূপে তোমায় ভোলাব না ami roopey tomaay bholabo na I will bewitch you not with beauty I will charm you with my love I will come not to the door Have it open with my song Bedeck you not with ornaments Adorn you not with flower garlands I will wreath my love together And have it sway on your bosom Know will none in which tempest Billow will waves in my breast Like the pull of moon, unseen Creates ripples in high tide Translated by Rumela Sengupta Email This BlogThis! Share to Twitter Share to Facebook Share to Pinterest Category Love - Prem