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Oi je jhorer megher kole (audio)
There in the lap of stormy clouds
Comes the rain her tresses undone
Flitters and flutters her raiment
Keeping beat to her song
A dance ripples through leaves
Of mangos, rose-apples
Shireesh and Shal trees
In uproar of delight
In that sweet melody
My eyes wander adrift
The streaming rains
In the shadows beyond
Time and again afloat the wet wind
Which dear friend calls me by?
Stirs a tempest of ache
In this heart of a lonely day
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