dhora shey jey dey nai
Eludes my grasp, stays out of reach
One I wish to give myself to
Where is he in which secret nook
Screened amidst the daily trifles
My dream you are, do be fulfilled
My youth let it glow in beauty
Bring with you the cool southern breeze
To kiss the blossoms in forests
Lift this mist of melancholy
Breathe new life into my being
Distressed desires of life so parched
Fumble and flounder in the dark
Hoping to find expression
In pulse of the lost wayward wind
In fragrance of the withered flowers
Eludes my grasp, stays out of reach
One I wish to give myself to
Where is he in which secret nook
Screened amidst the daily trifles
My dream you are, do be fulfilled
My youth let it glow in beauty
Bring with you the cool southern breeze
To kiss the blossoms in forests
Lift this mist of melancholy
Breathe new life into my being
Distressed desires of life so parched
Fumble and flounder in the dark
Hoping to find expression
In pulse of the lost wayward wind
In fragrance of the withered flowers
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