[Our small river]
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Rabindranath Tagore
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Our small river
Our little river left to the left
In Boishakh, there is water in his knees.
Gauru crossed, crossed the car,
Two lifts up to him, the ramp turns to him.
Chicks, sand, where no mud,
On one side, kashwan swelling swollen white
Kiskimichi shalik jhak,
From the night the screams cried.
And if Amban Talban goes,
Bamun para shayatale of the village.
On the bank of the shore, on the banks of the river Nairobi
They clap their hands on the water of the gum.
If you do not go to the afternoon after the afternoon
They are small fish, they catch small fish.
Stir with the sand, pluck the trunks,
Brides wear clothes in the house.
Ashahee Badal, the mass mass of the river
Matiya Chattia is going to start the story.
There was a ruckus in Mahadeb,
Turns around the puddles in the muddy waters.
The forest is in the forest on the two sides;
The festival of Vardha is awakened ..
===== Rabindranath Tagore
