O slave, why are you scattering broken stories?
Depression in blood, rain of good
Embarrassed, embarrassed
Mahamaya bought bangles and stopped the peddler
Wiping the sweat, another condition written in the letter of intent
On the road rubbing cheeks, bugs also become jungles,
With memory nuisance tied to the punch
Peacocks bought in panic are crows
Accept various training, good results
Logging in the sky, dreaming khoyaish
The sun just broke, the scholar snakes
In any mahamantre hatkhola magic
The magic is black and white again
In racist shakes, stupid beasts
Path to Dahigoda, writing house in Gaurikunj
Seeing gold, seeing uranium
Characters caught
Gandhara's wind blows, Kashibaha waves with a bitter taste in Paora,
Mardi says, Sati Johar Sati Johar.
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(Translated by Partho Sarkar)
