দুয়ার মোর পথপাশে
duar mor pothopashe
My door looks out to the road
I keep it open in eager hope
Awaiting the arrival of his chariot
In the monsoons I hear its distant rumblings in the clouds
In spring I hear its murmurs and rustles in the breeze
It sends a thrill through my heart ever so often
I see everyone go forward
They do not stop to look back
In tumultous waves of excitement
They go singing songs of the road
Autumn clouds sail away into the distance
Where all roads lead into a land filled with melody
My heart in its dreams takes flight to which realm?
duar mor pothopashe
My door looks out to the road
I keep it open in eager hope
Awaiting the arrival of his chariot
In the monsoons I hear its distant rumblings in the clouds
In spring I hear its murmurs and rustles in the breeze
It sends a thrill through my heart ever so often
I see everyone go forward
They do not stop to look back
In tumultous waves of excitement
They go singing songs of the road
Autumn clouds sail away into the distance
Where all roads lead into a land filled with melody
My heart in its dreams takes flight to which realm?
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