OGO AJÁNÁ PATHIK
DUREI THEKE GELE
D́AKCHI TOMÁY ETA
SHUNATE NÁHI PELE
OGO AJÁNÁ PATHIK
ÚŚÁR ARUŃA RAKTA RÁGE
D́ÁKCHI TOMÁY ANURÁGE
SANDHYÁ KÁSHE JÁGE
MOR ÁKUTI NABHONIILE
OGO AJÁNÁ PATHIK
DUREI THEKE GELE
OGO AJÁNÁ PATHIK
SHISHIR SIKTA SHEFÁLITE
SHARAT SUNIIL MÚRCHANÁTE
VASANTERI PRÁŃER SROTE
PHÚLER GANDHÁNILE
OGO AJÁNÁ PATHIK
DUREI THEKE GELE
OGO AJÁNÁ PATHIK
O unknown traveller,
You have remained far only.
I called You so much,
and yet, You did not hear me.
In the red colour of the rising sun,
I called You with love.
In the blue of the evening sky,
my sincerity lay reflected.
On the dew-drenched shefali flower,
in the deeply-blueish and fainting outfit of winter,
in the lively stream of spring,
and in the fragrant and floral breeze,
I called You,