Arti Din Rath

Arti din rath butashey bushe
Chadeer bookey ukey tomar sawbee
Arti day night fly on hope's wings
Try paint your picture on moon bosomy
On your chaste,sweet,virgin lips the rays of
the stars stand erect,still!

Your breasts ebb and rise as if I breathe in
there the beats of life;
You me invite in your Inn of Paradise
Make me sit,eat and drink the delicacy of
your divine meal
O I die!O I die;you keep resurrecting me
After you have love crucifixed me
time and time pulling me,pulling me deep,deep
in the warm love pool of your pleasure
preached-paradise

Arti din rath butashey bushe
Chadeer bookey ukey tomar sawbee