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YADI MANER GAHANE NIBHRITA BHUVANE
BHEVE THÁKO MOR KATHÁ
SE KATHÁ PÁSHARI JEYO
BHULO CHOT́A ITIKATHÁ

ÁMI, CALÁR PATHER DHULI
ÁMI, JHARÁ CAMPAK KALI
ÁMI SAHAKÁR SHÁKHE DULI
MUKULER MADHURATÁ
SE KATHÁ PÁSHARI JEYO
BHULO CHOT́A ITIKATHÁ

ÁMI HÁRÁNO DINER VÁŃII
KÁLA CHINNA ÁINCALA KHÁNI
TABU KEHO BÁ NEVE T́ÁNI
MOR MÁYÁMAY MADIRATÁ
SE KATHÁ PÁSHARI JEYO
BHULO CHOT́A ITIKATHÁ

YADI MANER GAHANE NIBHRITA BHUVANE
BHEVE THÁKO MOR KATHÁ
SE KATHÁ PÁSHARI JEYO
BHULO CHOT́A ITIKATHÁ


O Lord, If in the depth of Your mind, isolated from the world, You think about me, that
matter, You forget, neglect this small event. I am dust of the movement path, I am dropped
bud of campak flower, I swing on the mango branch as sweetness of the buds. I am a message
of the lost days, as scarf torn by time, yet Someone is pulling down my delusive
intoxication.




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