(tomar duar kholar dhowani oigo baje hridoi majhe)
I just hear the opening of doors
By Thee in my heart
If by end of the night in Thy room
Thy doors stay unlock
Why do I stay in my room?
Being ashamed of what?
I have said many things that are lies
I practiced many things that are lies
Today, at the end of road
I have come to Thy door
So as not be reengaged in my work
Making myself forgetting
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