(tar bidaya belar mala khani amar gole re)
His farewell garland is on my neck
Swinging each moment Near heart
Its scent comes frequently in southern wind
Murmuring under the forest lawn
Going at days end on the wayside
Shadow blending with the forest
That shadow takes this mind of mine
Same shadow shivers in forest lawn
Shivering in the blue sky above
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