Akhono muhorito praan Amaar
Tor boshonter paagol dibha raatree shomaan,
Mor ontorer Aakash, paataal
Dujone sourobhito tor gourobe opaar
Maatee amaay Chede diye che,
Tor rangaa chokh amaay kede niyeche.
Translation:
Even now blossoms my being,
In the mad spring days and nights of yours,
The sky and the depths of me,
Both remain fragrant in your dignity.
The soil has divorced me,
The red of your eyes have snatched me.
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