(ful tulite vul korechhi premer sadhone)
In quest of love I erred in choosing flower-kind
Beloved how can I bind you in sweet-bondage
I won’t use illusion-trick, live in touching your feet
Having no illusion casts, covered by laugh-cry
Left only regretful hope, left only quiet mind
If I’m unornamented, look thru your eye-corner
If selecting or not cheating by color-bondage
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