(sunil sagorer shyamol kinare)
I have seen the matchless beauty
Walking along green bank of Blue Sea
Such word can never be abolished
She occurs in sweet tasting universe
I taught my Bina this word that
I presented him the ever-known
I will spread that word-music behind
Alongside spreading of dream fruits
Creating waves of sweet melody
Wavering in winds as flower-cluster
For shredding in showering Shrabon
Floating with thinly cloud of Shorot
Like painted painful memory
I will be seeing her by twinkling eye
In Emon, Kedar, Behag and Bahar
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