(jokhon tomay aghat kori tokhon chini)
When I do strike at you I know you
When I am your enemy, you win me
As long my soul snatches for self
Your wealth compiling them over
He becomes more and more indebted
As many times wanting proudly go by
Get tough touch of your current on chest
When I extinguish light in my room idly
Your night bringing light in million stars
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