নিশার স্বপন ছুটল রে
(nishar swapan chhutla re)
The dark.. is freed of delusion..
it's set free.. set free.. of chains..
The heart.. is free of gloom,
there I come to meet.. to greet..the world..
while a thousand flowers.. blossom..
In the end.. it was you..
who broke.. my gates..
There you stood..
my eyes.. brimming.. with teardrops..
and I knelt.. at your feet..
The light.. of dawn.. peered.. from the sky..
came out toward me with outstretched arms..
Outside.. my shattered.. prison..
I could hear.. cries.. of victory..
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