(purno-prane chabar jaha rikto-hate chasne taha)
Wanting what for your soul ask not in empty hand
Don't go to door in tearful-eye
On bringing jewels garland-exchange happens then
Don't let Lord sit in dirty road
When earth is dry in Boisakh by fiery wind-flowing
Alas filling your offering plate then with dry flower
If inviting guest invite proudly
Then candles will be lighted up in millions-flames
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