ওরে মাঝি, ওরে আমার মানবজন্মতরীর মাঝি
orey majhi
O my Oarsman
You who row the raft of my mortal being
Do you hear the flute that plays
Afar somewhere on the shore
Will your raft find a pier
At the end of day
Will I sight a row of lamps
In the darkness of dusk
In this achingly sweet breeze
My heart feels as if
A laughter from across the shore
Comes creeping along the darkness
I brought along a few flowers
That I plucked before I came
With the ones that are still fresh
Fashion a bouquet at the soonest
orey majhi
O my Oarsman
You who row the raft of my mortal being
Do you hear the flute that plays
Afar somewhere on the shore
Will your raft find a pier
At the end of day
Will I sight a row of lamps
In the darkness of dusk
In this achingly sweet breeze
My heart feels as if
A laughter from across the shore
Comes creeping along the darkness
I brought along a few flowers
That I plucked before I came
With the ones that are still fresh
Fashion a bouquet at the soonest
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