Amar raat pohalo shaarod praate
My night ends here with the autumn day
Flute of mine, who shall be the one to have you?
You had so many songs to sing
Goodbyes and welcoming melodies
In the rains and in the spring night and day.
So many secrets from my heart
You stole away from me with your songs, from my heart.
Time to say goodbye is nearly here
like a star that melts in the sky.
Say goodbye to all things dear
as blossoms fade away.
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