(Aamare tumi ashesh korechho aamoni leela tobo)
Oh, Thou have made myself
Truly Inexhaustible - -
By filling-exhaust acts in cycle
Over and over again
In this little flute of yours
Carrying it over river banks
And so many desert lands
Creating so many music in me
That's indescribable
Once, feeling Thy heavenly touch
All on a sudden
My silent heart started singing
With intense immense-joy, and
Word started pouring
In my body-flute over and over again
Days and nights, nonstop
Giving Thy blissful Company All Along
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