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(bishwabinarabe bishwajon mohichhe)

The cosmos unison delighting cosmic a flight of a heartsong
The cosmos unison delighting cosmic a flight of a heartsong
O’er the land and the seas touching ashore, the horizon and greeneries of the forests, little one
Mundane pour awakened in a splendour of muse, an ode to divinity
Mundane plethora dancing in delight of serenity.
The new season greetings of spring, renewed joy, renewed festivity , (cite)
The yellow blossoming high, the yellowish tinge in dye, buzzing yellow among garden delight 
Heard the murmur tapping the leaves , gathered up high
Chirping, among flowers in solitude , (nearby)
A gentle wind passes by , to be long in the deep blue lake of the tranquil midair
And the heartsong plays on and on, enchanting nature (to thrive)
The green and the drip. The strumming and the chirp, on a journey , very own, little by little
The riverbank and harbinger delight ashore, of words, knick knack a murmur
The passage to every corner stone, a song unsung,per new grain, new soak, new season.

The rainy season, season greetings of monsoon reign, renewed joy, renewed festivity (Cite)
 The lightning in clouds and the thunderbolt with sounds so strong, sounds farther strong 
The parable of a dancer dancing on the height of the apocalyptic ominous dancer delight.
The falls of nature, dancing with dancer cascades, falling in the fullest height. .
Lo and behold! The awakened menacing majestic solitude of the lonely palm tree, dancing with their slender array
Rousing a cacophony of calling the divine, on a morning bright!
And the breeze blowing in the dark night, a song to o carry through
The mayhem, the moonlit night struck on the darker side, a satire dancing down the horizon, on and on
The passage to every corner stone, a song unsung, per new grain, new soak, new season.

The autumn reign, season greetings of harvest among, renewed joy, renewed festivity (Cite)
Pristine, too pristine, much too pristine a lighthearted delight, garnishing too bright!
The world carass the welcome pathway of the Goddess Durga of the autumn to witness the season greeting, once again on site!
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