ওগো কে যায় বাঁশরি বাজায়ে
ogo ke jaay bashori bajaye
Who goes by playing a flute
Passing by my door
I sit alone, lonesome
Evoked into thoughts
Of the one I yearn for
The flute gives voice to
His impassioned heart
His song of separation
How do I voice my feelings
My heart cries out in despair
I could not wreath the flowers
They wither and fall to the dust
Night gives way to the dawn
The moon hides its lacklustre face
Who do I worship through the night
Offering the springtime of my life
He carries off my heart
With the melody of his flute
Why do I remain behind
ogo ke jaay bashori bajaye
Who goes by playing a flute
Passing by my door
I sit alone, lonesome
Evoked into thoughts
Of the one I yearn for
The flute gives voice to
His impassioned heart
His song of separation
How do I voice my feelings
My heart cries out in despair
I could not wreath the flowers
They wither and fall to the dust
Night gives way to the dawn
The moon hides its lacklustre face
Who do I worship through the night
Offering the springtime of my life
He carries off my heart
With the melody of his flute
Why do I remain behind
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