(ganer jhorna-dharayi tumi sanjher belayi ele)
Under the sprinkler of my song Thou came in evening
Please give me golden flowing music
Which rushes out from secret hiding
Going to sea turning the rock crying
The music carrying dawn song flowing across the sky
Marching along the night's bosom with golden smile
The music filling the cup of Chompa offering in turn
Going past the days of Chaitra playing sweet games
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