(jibpn jokhon shukaye jayi koruna dharya esho)
When my life gets dried up
Please come in rolling forgiveness
When all its beauties hiding
Please come in pouring musical bliss
When duties become tough
Hindering all sides using lion’s haul
Oh Lord, please come to heart gently
When my poor wretched mind
Stay at corner becoming beggar
Oh my generous Lord please come
Opening door with Kingly splendor
When my desire, being blinded
By huge dirt pile leading to wrong path
Oh pure, sleepless one come in broad light
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