(amare karo tomar Bina loho-go-loho tule)
Please make me your Bina, pickup pick me up
All chords will start ringing in matchless fingers
In lotus-like soft fingers, giving touch to the soul
My heart will start to vibrate inside your ears
Sometime in pleasure sometimes pain
Will look at your face crying regularly
Stay quietly at your feet forgetting all
None knowing with what fresh tuning
The song will rise towards the eternity
Words of joy will proceed to coast of endless ocean
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