(amar majhe tomari maya jagale tumi kobi)
Oh my poet, Thou formed this dual in me
With all attention Thou paint my picture
Oh my philosopher, how do I know -
How Art Thou seeing me in meditation?
Immersed in creating Thy cloud-dream
In Thy winding hair I am Thy dream Ganges
Thy gold being uploaded, I am only Thy boat
In order to forget thyself Thy playing with me
What do Thou listen in my voice
Don’t understand their meaning
My Bina cries out playing the dawn music
When my bloom gets the aroma from Thee
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