তরী আমার হঠাৎডুবে যায়
Tori amar hothat dube jaay
My boat sinks all of a sudden
Who knows where
Ripped apart by which rock
I venture not my new boat
Into the waters deep
I ferry it as if in play
Skirting the shallow shores
Alone at the helm
I had set out with the tide
A gentle breeze on my sails
Blissfully lost in myself
Not a cloud in the skies
High hopes I had of reaching
A shore of floral joys
Tori amar hothat dube jaay
My boat sinks all of a sudden
Who knows where
Ripped apart by which rock
I venture not my new boat
Into the waters deep
I ferry it as if in play
Skirting the shallow shores
Alone at the helm
I had set out with the tide
A gentle breeze on my sails
Blissfully lost in myself
Not a cloud in the skies
High hopes I had of reaching
A shore of floral joys
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