(jagorone jai bivabori anakhi hote ghum nilo hori mori mori)
Alas, the whole night passed being awake
He stole sleep from my eyes
The eyes are thirsty for whom I am roaming alone
No sign of him
Alas his flute filling my heart, alas his flute - -
Alas there are no words, yet who knows what I hear
My heart is filled in sadness eyes soaked in tears
Dancing in its shadow, dancing whole day and night
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I have spent many a night in similar condition. Thanks, Tushar