Beche Thakar Gaan from 'Autograph', sung by Rupam Islam.

If they talk about snatching your poetry stuffed diary
You should know, I'll not let them snatch

If they ask you to leave behind the city grown colloquiality
You should know, I'll not let you leave

And I know, yes I know
How each day the quicksand devours us

And I know, yes I know
About our frustrations of every night in search of the lost sounds

So just this way, on the softness of the pillow
In your complaining gaze
Let the night fairies bathe
The song of living on their lips

So just this way, on the sheet of a face
Caressed by a known hand
Let the night fairies bathe in happiness
Keeping alive the song of living on their lips

If for a moment you lose the correctness of life
You should know, I'll not let you lose

If they ask you to sell the soil interwoven with your roots
You should know, I'll not let you get sold

And I know, yes I know
How each day the quicksand devours us

And I know, yes I know
About our frustrations of every night in search of the lost sounds

So just this way, on the softness of the pillow
In your complaining gaze
Let the night fairies bathe
The song of living on their lips

So just this way, on the sheet of a face
Caressed by a known hand
Let the night fairies bathe in happiness
Keeping alive the song of living on their lips
© 2011 Rituparna Das