(diner belayi bansi tomar bajiyechhile onek sure)
During day Thou played
Many tunes in Thy flute
The songs touched my soul
But Thy-Thou stayed so far
I asked many on the street
‘Who was playing the flute? ’
They gave me many names
Making me go door to door
Now the sky is pale looking
Tired day is closing eyes
If Thou keep me going around
Then I’ll be wasting my time
Not out take Thy seat within
Playing the flute in here
Entering into my inner heart
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