1871 (22/09/1984) D


EKÁNTE ESE BOLE JÁO
KON DOŚE MORE DÚRE RÁKHIYÁCHO
KÁCHE KENO NÁHI T́ENE NÁO

TAPAN T́ÁNICHE GRAHAO CÁNDERE
JÁTE TÁRÁ DÚRE NÁHI JÁY SARE
SUVISHÁL EI ÁKÁSHETE PAŔE
TÁI SADÁ SEDIKE TÁKÁO
KÁCHE KENO NÁHI T́ENE NÁO

SÁGAR D́ÁKICHE SARITÁ KE
DHARITRI T́ÁNE JALADARCI KE
KALÁP MELIYÁ MAYURO D́ÁKE
DÚR MEGHE DEKHO NI KI TÁO
KÁCHE KENO NÁHI T́ENE NÁO

EKÁNTE ESE BOLE JÁO
KON DOŚE MORE DÚRE RÁKHIYÁCHO
KÁCHE KENO NÁHI T́ENE NÁO







Come in solitude,
and tell me,
for which fault of mine
had You kept me away
and not pulled me close to You?

The sun pulls the planets and the moon.
In order for them not to drift away in this vast space,
You ever keep watch over them.


The ocean calls the rivers.
The earth pulls the strings of rain.
The peacock also,
spreading its tail,
calls the distant clouds.
Don't You see all that?