aami shob nitey chai
All it is I want to take, all it is I want to chase
Spread myself will I, my friend, out in the open
Wind is in my sail, sail into the seas will I
No more is the boat moored, no more.
In joy in woe amidst my heart,
Wayfaring flute plays on and on
In all work, it is that I hear.
Mad frenzy in the wings,
Will birds rest on branches
Excitement echoes in all directions
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