অসীম ধন তো আছে তোমার, তাহে সাধ না মেটে
Osheem dhon to achhe tomar (audio link here)
You are so rich
Yet here you are
unhappy, before you receive
the gold back from me
in little bites.
You gave me a full bag.
Now here you are
calling to me
since I shut down.
You want to be the beggar
You want my heart.
Your antic tickles the world.
You will step off high ground,
walk with me on the dust
Till death do us part.
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