প্রাণে গান নাই, মিছে তাই ফিরিনু যে
praaney gaan naai michhey taai phirinu jey
My heart is bereft of song
In vain I seek it in my flute
Exiling love to lands far off
Hours go by worshipping whom?
Spring will come to sprinkle colours
Then why set aflame your forests
To struggle in vain with cinders
Why dim all the lights in your home
And wander from pillar to post
The light that floods the iris with
A thousand shimmering cascades
Who can catch it with eyes closed
praaney gaan naai michhey taai phirinu jey
My heart is bereft of song
In vain I seek it in my flute
Exiling love to lands far off
Hours go by worshipping whom?
Spring will come to sprinkle colours
Then why set aflame your forests
To struggle in vain with cinders
Why dim all the lights in your home
And wander from pillar to post
The light that floods the iris with
A thousand shimmering cascades
Who can catch it with eyes closed
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