Aamaro kicchu nai,
Jetei hobe sabay ke shashanei,
O Baul,
Baul Khepa ektara niyei,
Ekhanei tomaro kicchu nai,
Aamaro kicchu nai,
Bas jetei hobe sabay ke!
O Baul mendicant,
Here your too is not anyhing,
Mine too is not,
Have to go to all of us to the crematorium ground,
O Baul,
Baul mendicant with the ektara instrument,
Here your too is not anyhing,
Mine too is not,
Just have to go to all of us to the crematorium ground!
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