Oh my loving bee like kohl, let me know when will you return. If you want to leave, my love, first deposit your neckscarf here please. And inform me when will you return. Like the shadows of the Banyan trees, you, my love, is empathised to me. Oh my black bee, please let me know when will you return.
English Translation of Bangla Folk Song: Fakir Lalon Shah; চিরদিন পুষলাম এক অচিন পাখি; Forever I Nurtured a Mysterious Bird
Forever I Nurtured a Mysterious Bird Forever I nurtured a mysterious bird, which never discloses its identity. For this grief, my eyes ...
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