(amar sesh raginir prothom dhuyo dhorli ke-re-tui)
Who are you that caught the first line
Of my last Ragini
Are you the one who filled my last cup
With tears of eyes
On the wayside covering head with that
Faraway sun-setting
Your last look been reflecting through
Those evening stars
Last lingering pain occurring in wind
Your hasty fallen soul-garland filled up
My empty vessel
Who are you that made me a cohort?
Leading to death
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