আমি রূপে তোমায় ভোলাব না
I will bewitch you not with beauty
I will charm you with my love
I will come not to the door
Have it open with my song
Bedeck you not with ornaments
Adorn you not with flower garlands
I will wreath my love together
And have it sway on your bosom
Know will none in which tempest
Billow will waves in my breast
Like the pull of moon, unseen
Creates ripples in high tide
ami roopey tomaay bholabo na
I will bewitch you not with beauty
I will charm you with my love
I will come not to the door
Have it open with my song
Bedeck you not with ornaments
Adorn you not with flower garlands
I will wreath my love together
And have it sway on your bosom
Know will none in which tempest
Billow will waves in my breast
Like the pull of moon, unseen
Creates ripples in high tide
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