You tailor my clothing

(1921)  Jiivane amar he rupakar

Into my life, hey Couturier,
Won't You enter, won't You enter?
Always bearing my load, days will transpire;
And the trip, won't there be an end to it?

Daily the sun rises, and it will decline;
There's no variety in what is realized.
Food and sleep carry on in the same style;
Any stop or pause, it does not persist.

Hey the Ever-New, You convey novelty;
To my life You contribute tendency.
And Your song You provide along the journey
To complete an exploration.

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