Meghe Dhaka Tara

My bread doesn't come cheap
How can l look people in the eye?
No food for you, unless you pay up

-Going off without eating?
-You told Ma l'm a glutton

He can't make out anything.
He's such a Khuka, mother

Why destroy the future because of
such simple bickering?

Grit your teeth and hang on
for two years

Khuki, only you know my worth
Going off like that... don't you know
what's on tomorrow?

lt's Jagatdhatri Puja
lt's your birthday
Father's taking me out,
like he used to

Where to?
Anywhere, it's not decided
All right. l'll come, too.
Don't tell him

Brother, you're such a child
Father would refuse if l told him