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(amar sakal dukher pradip) Thistle Thal, My reverie floral, beyond the valley and greenery, handheld delight, the sun Incomplete ritualistic my pain, meditation to be fulfilled in completion Whence the day is done and the returning birds are back to the nest, very own.Bestowed Dusk of the twilight hue heard the bell, still afterglow dispersing the beset, even though Then my last log will be my solitary feast, the fire of the divine, my life A festive fire will have my pliant knead, and a plethora of my remnants chime! .Shinangan through shenandoah , knew us through delighted knickknack, canopy The fullest brim is tossing and turning to greet you whence wilmette, wills met a noon The festive fire will lit up starlight one by one , aurora borealis, the kindled and the boon They’all a rise together to the superlative, in chorus, a hymn, on the eve, beseeching The flight of a song , the sunset, and the reason, and the resilient passion of yearning !