(gan-guli mor saibaleri dol)
My songs are like floating water lilies
They lose the direction in floods
Vibrant restless
Why do they come or go away
Swinging in wind without reason
Don’t leave sign, gaining nothing
They don’t have any training, no training
They don’t have any bondage, no binding
They are unmindful, make one unmindful
Intoned in path-song searching home
Living unsteady over forgetful current
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