(ere vikhara sajaye ki rongo tumi korile)
Dressing him as a beggar
What a fun Thou created
Covering Thy sky with laughter
Covering street after street
He goes from door to door
Keeping his bag full with whatever gets
Alas how many times Thou stole the bag
From him along the street
He thought was beggar forever in world
A beggar in life and death
Oh Lord, with much fear
He came to Thy home by the end of day
Thou shared half of the throne with him
And decorated his neck by Thy garland
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3/26/2015
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