(amar hridoy tomar apon hater dole dolao)
Let me swing my very heart via my hands
And let me forget who tells me what
Often they entangle me using verbal strings
Please rid me of tangles by musical notes
I recall many a day and night as Thy playmate
So keep me similarly in front today
And by resonating my heart with those songs
I could forget who tells me what
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