(tumi sondhar meghomala aamar sadher saadhona)
You are evening clouds, my chosen reflection
My empty sky-traveler
I have made you mixing harmony of my mind
You are mine, you are mine
My endless-sky traveler
Using my heart’s red-color I colored your feet
I am an evening-dreamer
I drew your lips by a mixture of nectar-venom
Braking own pleasures
You are mine, you are mine
My deserted-life traveler
I traced your eyes with my misleading dream
Hey charming-eye traveler
I draped your body over and over by my song
You are mine, you are mine
My life-death traveler
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