(ki sur baje amar prane ami-i jani, mon-i jane)
What song plays in my heart, myself know, my mind know
Why awake whole-day, from whom I ask what sort wealth
Why go looking on streets
Morning come by this door, evening arrives by the forest
The flute rings morning-evening, all works being stopped
Whoever rings in what beat
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