বেলা গেল তোমার পথ চেয়ে
Bela gelo tomar potho cheye
Hours slip by awaiting you
Alone I sit on the banks
Oarsman! Do row me ashore
My flute of playful hours I have broken
I have closed down my books of smiles and tears
The evening breeze caresses my tired limbs
And my eyes grow heavy with sleep
One by one on the other shore
Light up the lamps of eventide
From prayers in a distant temple
Resonates the sound of conch shells
Come and rob me of my fatigue
Bring me coffers of rest and peace
Do come rowing your boat ashore
Bela gelo tomar potho cheye
Hours slip by awaiting you
Alone I sit on the banks
Oarsman! Do row me ashore
My flute of playful hours I have broken
I have closed down my books of smiles and tears
The evening breeze caresses my tired limbs
And my eyes grow heavy with sleep
One by one on the other shore
Light up the lamps of eventide
From prayers in a distant temple
Resonates the sound of conch shells
Come and rob me of my fatigue
Bring me coffers of rest and peace
Do come rowing your boat ashore
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