(amar andhar valo, alor kachhe bikiye debe aponake se)
My darkness is better it can submit itself to light
One that wipes out the light as fog is dangerous
Innocent baby lives at ease in mother's house
Egotist learned comes to get stuck at your door
Oh Mother your path reveals itself I follow direct
Those crowding to show ways only complicate
They call me for puja-sake, arriving temple I see
They decorating subconsciously own erotic mind
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