(ogo amaar praner Thakur)
Oh Idol of my life
Thy love made Thee this kind of cruel
Thou do not allow sitting around
This is why this kind hard songs
Ring my heart all day and night
Oh, my Idol of life!
For Thee my sufferings taste as if honey
Thy searching makes me search
Thy punishing makes him crying
All his relaxations are removed elsewhere
Oh, Idol of my life!
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