ওই জানালার কাছে বসে আছে
Oi janalar kachhe boshe achhe
She sits there by the casement
Her head resting on her palm
Blossoms scattered on her lap
To wreathe she has forgotten
Sussurant the breeze blows by
What does it whisper to her
That she sits half-reclining
Musing on many a thing
Shadows flit across her eyes
Drifting clouds and birds in flight
Bakul petals wither and fall
As the hours go ticking by
Sweet languor a sweet stupor
On a sweetly smiling face
Deep within in pleasant dreams
Plays the flute a pleasing tune
Oi janalar kachhe boshe achhe
She sits there by the casement
Her head resting on her palm
Blossoms scattered on her lap
To wreathe she has forgotten
Sussurant the breeze blows by
What does it whisper to her
That she sits half-reclining
Musing on many a thing
Shadows flit across her eyes
Drifting clouds and birds in flight
Bakul petals wither and fall
As the hours go ticking by
Sweet languor a sweet stupor
On a sweetly smiling face
Deep within in pleasant dreams
Plays the flute a pleasing tune
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