বজ্রে তোমার বাজে বাঁশি
Bojre tomar baje banshi (audio)
Thunder heralds your flute.
How can it be painless?
Bless me with ears to discern,
to rise to the stately song.
Never again will I be lightly swayed
my heart will rejoice in lasting life,
life, hidden in death-cove, a treasure.
My lute will play music
to all the trenchant tones
embracive tunes of tempest,
knells of cosmic fury.
Free me of comfort
take me to the depths of doom
where, shielded by deep unrest
lies covert peace.
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