(rate rate alor-shikha rakhi jwbele)
Every night I keep my candle light-up
Spreading sheet at corner of my room
Hoping time is now for blowing candle
The lighted up full-moon, you came
Thus far he was by the side of your road
Hoping to get your view
Today whosoever touches, let die, let die
Pouring out possessions
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