VIITHIKÁR CALÁ KÁLE JE GIITIKÁ GEYE GELE
ÁJO TÁHÁ MANE RAYECHE
PRIITIR SE LATIKÁ JADIO TÁ KŚAŃIKÁ
ÁJO MANE DULE CALECHE
ÁJO TÁHÁ MANE RAYECHE
TOMÁR GÁNETE PHUT́E UT́HE CHILO KUSUM
SONÁLIIR ÁLO T́IPE PARE CHILO KUMKUM
ÁNANDA SAMÁROHA KEŔE NIYE CHILO GHUM
HIYÁ PAŔE CHILO UPACE
ÁJO TÁHÁ MANE RAYECHE
VIITHIKÁR CALÁ KÁLE JE GIITIKÁ GEYE GELE
ÁJO TÁHÁ MANE RAYECHE
DIN JÁY KŚAŃA JÁY SAMAY KÁHÁR NAY
ÁSHÁ NIRÁSHÁY TÁR RAYE JÁY PARICAYA
HÁSI KÁNNÁY TÁR SMRITI PAT́E REKHÁ RAY
ITIHÁSE KE TÁ LIKHECHE
ÁJO TÁHÁ MANE RAYECHE
VIITHIKÁR CALÁ KÁLE JE GIITIKÁ GEYE GELE
ÁJO TÁHÁ MANE RAYECHE
When You / I (?) left along the road,
the song You had sung,
still resounded in my mind.
The creeper of love,
though very small,
swings the mind even today.
By Your song,
flowers bloom,
as if amidst golden light,
a red vermilion mark had been displayed.
The festivity of bliss snatched away my sleep.
My heart started leaping.
The days pass,
the moments pass,
time does not belong to anyone.
Only its acquaintance mark remains,
in the form of hope and despair.
Smiles and tears leave their impression on the screen of memory.
This only remains recorded in history.