(Nirob kore daohe tomar mukhor kobire)
Please make Thy noisiest poet quiet
By taking away his heart's flute
And make his flute Thy very own
Then, introduce Thy nighttime music
By replacing his loud heart-songs
By same tunes Thou play amidst stars
Keeping the stars forever quiet
Let my scattered belonging around myself
Be collected at Thy feet
And let the piles of my accumulated noises
Be washed away instantly
So, alone I can enjoy Thy nightly music
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