Krishnokoli Ami Tare Boli I Rabindra Nritya I Satarupa I Sayanti I Anurupa I Nrityangana

Her neighbours call her dark in the village-but she is a lily to my heart, yes, a lily though not fair. Light came muffled with clouds, when first I saw her in the field; her head was bare, her veil was off, her braided hair hanging loose on her neck. She may be dark as they say in the village, but I have seen her black eyes and am glad. The pulse of the air boded storm. She rushed out of the hut, when she heard her dappled cow low in dismay. For a moment she turned her large eyes to the clouds, and felt a stir of the coming rain in the sky. I stood at the corner of the ricefield,-if she noticed me, it was known only to her(and perhaps I know it). She is dark as the message of shower in summer, dark as the shade of flowering woodland; she is dark as the longing for unknown love in the wistful night of May. Translated by Rabindranath Tagore. Recite by - Sayanti Roy. Singer - Anurupa Prakash. Dancer - Satarupa Acharya. Videography - Dipankar Acharya.