In the waters of my first ever rains,
I floated a boat, in the frolics of boyhood.
That stream of water found its way
Into some nameless river;
It lost itself in some faraway sea.
O ferrier, o dear,
Have you seen her anywhere?
The boat I made from the pages of my innocence.
My firt gift, a canvas.
My first ever piece of verse.
The thousand dreams of my boyhood.
Have lost their way into some sea.
O ferrier....
My boat, the like of the blue above,
Floats away to the rhythms of the waves.
Lonely somewhere in the oblivions of the sea,
Following the sound of your melodies.
In the waters of a crimson sea,
Away, she floats away,Dream-laden my paper-ferry....
O ferrier, o dear,
Have you seen her anywhere?
The float that carries the dreams of my innocence.
kichu bujhlam na... puro mathar upo diye gelo...
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