(Sur shunaye je ghum vangao sesur amar)
The morning song Thou used
To wake me up, is my chosen one
She is my day’s companion
Please give her Thy touch
In her heart she is awfully hungry
So secretly wants Thy touch
Belonging to my nighttime heart
She is Thy chosen one in daytime
For her the sky becomes colorful
By breaking the morning darkness
For her hope of new morning arrive
Through the chirpings of the birds
Thy silent footsteps deliver
Welcome music to her, for
Evening bud she’s picking in morning
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3/21/2015
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