And I like you
I love you
My friend,
My truth.
O my friend
You are my parents
You are my eyebrows
You are my house holder
You are the wisest
You are my husband
You are my king.
Dear friend
I know you
I discover you
Within my body
You are also outside
You are my teacher
My guide.
With your presence
See me, I am fearless.
I am your son
I am like eyes
I am the beggar
I am ignorant
I am helpless wife
I am innocent subjects
I am blind and
Living here looking at
You only.

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seeing me lonely in my floral chariot, crying.
O the friend passer-by,
if you took me to your path,
I would have covered all the thorns under my breast.
Now I cry in my gay chariot
longing to become your friend in distress.
[Original: Tumi heshe chole gele; Translation: Mohammad Nurul Huda]

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