Tagore wrote it in memory of his second daughter, Lenuga.
When she left, it was dark and they all fell asleep.
At the moment, the night is deep, I call her:
"Come back, my baby. The world is sleeping. The stars look at each other in pairs, and no one knows when you come back. "
She's gone, the grass has sprouted, and the spring is strong.
At this time, the flowers opened and I called, "Come back, my baby."
Children have no scruples about picking flowers and sending them in the game. If you come back and take away a small flower, no one will find it.
Those who often joke are still playing there, and life is wasted.
I listened to their small talk and shouted, "Come back, my baby. Mother's heart is full of love. If you come back and get only a little kiss from her, no one will be jealous. "