(kachhe jobe chilo pashe holonai jaoya)
When he was on my side I could not go
Whenever he left I felt the wind moving
When boatman was on my shore
I did not pay attention
Heard from afar the rowing sound
From paddling in waves
Now I feel bad day-and-night
In that game-room of mine
The words of lost days
Now taking shelter in my dreams
This day passes going toward past in tears
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