On the pages of my life
You will find one's childhood
Singing a melancholy song
Like the owl's cry at midnight.
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Take me into your arms
And touch me gently
With your holy fingers
To make me a lyre.
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The time has come to fight against Devils
Who have no category, no religion, no heart.
How much blood do they need to drink, to bathe?
They are really coward, the creatures of hell.
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আমার প্রিয়ার আঁখি সূর্যের মতো নয় উজ্জ্বল।
তার ওষ্ঠের চেয়ে রক্ত প্রবাল অধিক লাল মনে হয়।
তুষারের মতো তার বক্ষ নয় শুভ্র সমুজ্জ্বল।
তার মাথার কেশরাশি একগুচ্ছ কালো তার নিশ্চয়।
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I'm crazy, crazy to write at leisure.
Working, only working will end never.
To serve family, to make all happy
I'm busy with caring for all but me.
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If I were a cuckoo, I'd sweetly sing
Sitting in the branch of your mind in Spring
And relieve the weariness of your heart
To fill your mind with happiness and mirth.
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I am an orphan
Only of seven years.
Nobody is like me.
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Slowly and silently the golden sun
Is moving to meet the crimson ocean.
Just before twilight sitting in the craft
We're watching the beauty of sun and earth.
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I will walk;
I will walk all the way;
I will walk very fast;
I will not stop even for a moment
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Do you remember those days of spring
When I would rest under the trees
Keeping my head on your lap
And listen to the melody of the cuckoo?
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