যতবার আলো জ্বালাতে চাই
Whenever I wish to light the lamp
It flickers out time and again
Your seat of honour in my life
Ever remains in deep darkness
Withered have roots of the last vine
Buds take form never to blossom
I serve you therefore, gifting my life's ache
The glory of worship
The power of piety
None have I, not a trace
This devotee of yours
Wears humble clothes of shame
None have come to this festival
The flute sings not, bedecked is not home
I have summoned you with my tears
To my temple that lies in ruins
joto bar alo jwalate chai
Whenever I wish to light the lamp
It flickers out time and again
Your seat of honour in my life
Ever remains in deep darkness
Withered have roots of the last vine
Buds take form never to blossom
I serve you therefore, gifting my life's ache
The glory of worship
The power of piety
None have I, not a trace
This devotee of yours
Wears humble clothes of shame
None have come to this festival
The flute sings not, bedecked is not home
I have summoned you with my tears
To my temple that lies in ruins
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