(nidra-hara rater ei gan bandhbo ami kemon sure)
How shall I intone song of this sleepless-night?
From which Rajani-gondha I shall be gorging:
My pain is beggar of tune in a way
Similar to sunlight is for shadows
Roaming absentminded from evening-morning
In what sad time under whose feet on this way
Nameless grass pollens shuddered amidst dews
Bunch of blood-red Karabiflower is on his hair
What flower his eye hunted from faraway sky?
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