(bani morn ahi stobdho hridoy bichhaye chahite sudhu jani)
I don’t have any language
I know only how to spread soundless heart
I am a darknight of new-moon, without light
Spreading the countless stars
Looking at the endless path without prospect
When you intone flute music comes floating
In deep silence by playful winds
Across the sleeping ocean
Giving vibration-tune back to you
Who knows what he finds on your dream-bank
Going through the darkest regions
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