(tomar kachhe shanti chaabo na)
Not going asking peace from you
Let my painful thought remain
You sit on my swing-sorrow, sit for fun
I will be swinging you, this is my want
Let candle be extinguish in wind
Let storm-flag keep flying in sky
Only at times your feet-touching me
In deep darkness is my holy-goal
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