পুরানো জানিয়া চেয়ো না
Purano janiya cheyona
A relic of time I may be
But please do spare more than
just a side glance
a distracted look of indolence
When I come to bequeath myself
Nothing there is wasted and worn
All that is old has been cast off
The waterfall succumbs
In bursting joy of sacrifice
Paying a new homage
In each and every cascade
Ever and on flower myrtle-bowers
To fill the forests with fragrance
Ever and on blossom the buds
To favour anew each moment
In your love I have found
A melody ever so new
In my thoughts in my work
I hear a charming tune
In my giving, there is no dearth
No end however much you take
A twinkle of an eye abounds
With treasures limitless
Purano janiya cheyona
A relic of time I may be
But please do spare more than
just a side glance
a distracted look of indolence
When I come to bequeath myself
Nothing there is wasted and worn
All that is old has been cast off
The waterfall succumbs
In bursting joy of sacrifice
Paying a new homage
In each and every cascade
Ever and on flower myrtle-bowers
To fill the forests with fragrance
Ever and on blossom the buds
To favour anew each moment
In your love I have found
A melody ever so new
In my thoughts in my work
I hear a charming tune
In my giving, there is no dearth
No end however much you take
A twinkle of an eye abounds
With treasures limitless
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