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THÁKIBE NÁ YADI MOR GHARE
KENO ELE E MADHUR RÁTE

BASE ÁCHI YUGA YUGA DHARE
NITI NITI NAVA MÁLÁ HÁTE
KENO ELE E MADHUR RÁTE

EMAN KOMAL KEHO NÁI
SABÁKÁR MUKHE SHUNE JÁI
TAVA MAMATÁR GIIT GÁI
KENO DEKHI VIPARIITA HOTE
KENO ELE E MADHUR RÁTE

EMAN KAT́HOR KEHO NÁI
VAJRERA TULANÁ NÁ PÁI
TABE KI BHÁLOR LÁGI TÁI
KOMALE KAT́HORE HOLO SÁJITE
KENO ELE E MADHUR RÁTE

THÁKIBE NÁ YADI MOR GHARE
KENO ELE E MADHUR RÁTE







Why did You come during this sweet night
if You would not stay in my home?

I have been sitting and awaiting You
age after age,
with an ever new garland in hand.

I have heard from everybody's mouth
that no one is as soft as You are.

Having sung the song of Your affection,
why do I see You being the reverse?

No one is as hard as You are.
Even the hardest stone cannot be compared to You.

Still, what pleasure do You derive thus dressing up?
In both Your soft and Your hard dresses?