(jete jete ekla pothe nivechhe moor baati)
On my way during my solitary journey
My lamp extinguished
Oh, storm came now as my companion
Around the sky periphery
The destroyer is often laughing
Creating havoc in my hairs and clothing
Forcing me to forget
The way I was supposed to go
Again I will have to travel somewhere
In this deep darkness
Hopefully amid this thunderous storm
There will be hints of new path
For the place I am going by end of night
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