I won't stay the day
Goodbye forever
Forever my memory
I know it will be deleted.
In this style of play-house,
Remember who is who
Dule Sagar Moon-Sohag,
The desert dies of thirst.
When the sun rises,
Who remembers the moon?
This root is broken and root is built,
The human mind is like a river.
Beloved of my grave,
Your house will rise.
Alas, helpless beggar's mind,
Still crying because of the pain.
✍️ Alhaj Kazi Nazrul Islam with
~^~Sohel Ahmed Tusher ~^~
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