tomar Boishaakhe chhilo
Your life enjoyed a vigorous summer
And yet, how on earth, did it summon
The tearful, monsoon showers ?
Oh, what a shame
You were as hard as the mountain rock,
Hiding the fountain which split your heart
Oh, what a shame
Ruthless hunter that you were
How did you fall prey like the timid doe?
Oh, what a shame
Proud as you were of your strength
Why did you accept such humble defeat?
Oh, what a shame
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