(tomar hater raki-khani bandho amar dokhin hate)
Please tie up that Raki of yours
On my right hand
As morn Sun ties Raki of light
On Earth’s hand
Thy blessings to all my works
Will help being attain in universe
Thy flame burning my pains
The hand I use to do my work
Gets tied by the karmic-tying
Desires for fruit bind like chain
Wrapping up like hard knots
Tying up Thy Raki on me
Will cut all my bondages
When karma will be ringing
In lovely deep tune as in Bina
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