(mone robe kina robe amare se amar mone nai)
Whether you recall me or not,
I am not thinking that
I frequently come to your door
To sing without reason
Days pass staying here
To be nearing him on my way
To have a quick glance
Of your jubilant face and eyes
So I sing without reason
The seasonal flowers wither
Ending Fagun-month-
Offering temporary handful
Without asking anymore
The day will end, in dim light
The song ends, my Bina stops
If longer I stay,
For filling my game-boat-
So I sing without reason
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