(kotha baire dure jay-je ure hahay-re-hai)
Alas Flying out faraway where
Your favored eye-catcher forest bird flying
Hey heart-sweet-flute if singing
Then be back crying in the cage
Then swift flying here and there will stop
Alas that eye-catcher bird going to forest
Don't look at heart's door who comes and go
Guys hear in ear message of south-wind-flow
Today in incense bloom laugh-joy heart-song
Look eternal youth has come within your heart
Whom eagerly looking outside like a madman
Your eye-catcher bird is going to the forest
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