গানের ভেলায় বেলা-অবেলায়
*Gaanero bhelay bela-obelay
My dreams of life go drifting by on a raft of lays
In my absent thoughts of everyday
What do they find, these tears and smiles, what shoreline
Do they reach, these songs of mine, at eventide
With just such buoyant tides of play
The drift will carry you away
The sailing wind will be your aide, have no fear
If you lose all that is dear, to liberty you know the way
*An attempt has been made to restore the original rhythm of the song
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