(dekha diye je cholegelo o chupichupi ki bole gelo)
Person came to show his face left quietly saying what?
On his way along garden stepped over so many flowers
Meditating who knows absorbed in what as if some music
Looking over up to sky – melting the heart of the moon
Walking at each step ringing Music-Bina on the grasses
Who know whom he loves or not, don't realize cry or laugh
Don't know if coming back – don't realize asking what
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