(amar mon bole chai chai-go – jare nahi pai-go)
My mind says I wish, I want, I must have
For one that I don't own
Amidst contentments ringing restless tunes
“Oh I don't have, don't have, I don't have it”
So I lose myself first
Then get myself back
Evening stars leave waking in the morning
Saying “I am going, am going I am going”
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