JALE BHARÁ ÁNKHI KENO
KE DIYECHE MANE VYATHÁ
SE KATHÁ BOLO ÁMÁRE
BOLO TOMÁR MANER KATHÁ
KE DIYECHE MANE VYATHÁ
ÁJI E RÁḾGÁ PRABHÁTE
ÁJI E RÁḾGÁ PRABHÁTE
TARU LATÁ PHÚLER SÁTHE
KAYE KATHÁ GANDHE METE
KENO TAVA NIIRAVATÁ
KE DIYECHE MANE VYATHÁ
MALAYÁNIL MADHUTE
BHÁRII HOYE ÁJI PRÁTE
PÁRE NÁ CALITE PATHE
KENO TAVA CAINCALATÁ
KE DIYECHE MANE VYATHÁ
JALE BHARÁ ÁNKHI KENO
KE DIYECHE MANE VYATHÁ
Why are your eyes filled with tears,
who has given you mental agony?
Tell me about this event.
Today, on this colourful morning,
the flowers talk with trees and creepers,
and remain intoxicated with fragrance,
so why are you silent?
The sandal breeze has become heavy, laden with honey.
Even in your unsteadiness,
why are you unable to move on the path?