Did not speak to anyone.

The left one, thirty-three years passed, one word kept
Music suddenly stopped and said to usher in one of his childhood bostumi
                      You can tell the twelfth day of the Shukla antaratuku
How then went Candrabhuka New Moon, but the bostumi
                                                    And elona
                      Pratiksaya'm twenty-five years.

Nader Ali's uncle said the boatman, if large dadathakura
                      I'll take three hours to bill
                      The head of the snake and the bumble-bee lotus
                                                                  The game!
Nader Ali, much bigger than I am? The roof of my head
               Phumre touches the sky and me
                                 Three hours would bill?

I could not buy a single shot to the Royal
The boys show off candy sticks cuseche laskarabarira
Chowdhury seen standing at the gate like a beggar
                                     Ras-in ceremony
Compact color of the golden section, the fair women wearing bangle
                      What kind of smiled amode
                      They did not want me back!
Dad touched my shoulder and said, once again, one day, we ...
Now parents are blind, we have not seen anything
The Royal Spanish, the stick-candy, ribbons and festivals
                                        I will not back anyone!

Baruna perfumed handkerchief in the breast and said,
The day my true love
                      The day my chest will not smell like perfume!
I have to die for love's hand mutheye
Duranta bull's eye fixed red cloth
Neither brought out the universe's blue lotus 108
Baruna has not yet spoken, and now just the smell of meat on his chest
                                         She's still a woman.
The left one, thirty-three years passed, no one has spoken!