(Tomaya Notun Kore Pabo Bole)
Oh Lord, my life's very Origin
My Beloved
Frequently I misplace Thee
Since I want to see Thee afresh
Obviously Thou return in every case
Due to Thy will to reveal to me
Oh my Beloved
Thou Aren't any secret to me
As forever Thou belong to me
But, for playing fun-games with me
Thou remain absorbed in Thyself
Oh my Beloved
Oh my Beloved -
While searching for Thee
My mind many times trembles in fear
But soon waves of love reappear
Thou Art endless
Yet pretending to be the end
Such thoughts arouse smile in me
When I rub my tear of transient split-up
With a smile, Oh my Beloved
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