(amar sokol dukher prodeep jwele)
My worship of pain has not been done
At the end of day I will be lighting up
My candles of sadness offering to Thee
When at days shadowy end birds return to nest
When ringing of evening worship starts
Then this life will light up the last candle
When my worshipping of pain will end
Many days many words of willingness tied in pain
Arising fully in the midst of my mind today
When in puja home-fire, the stars appear one by one
Running towards the sky free from any tie
Meeting with the picturesque setting sun
Then my worshipping of pain will be done
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