TAVA ÁSÁ PATH CÁHIYÁ
BASIYÁ ÁCHI DIN GUŃE GUŃE
SALÁJ SAMIIRE BHÁSIÁ CALIÁ
JÁI BHEVE TAVA GUŃE
BASIYÁ ÁCHI DIN GUŃE GUNE
BOJHÁ NÁHI JÁY TOMÁR PRAKRTI
VYAKTA HOECHE TABUO KII RIITI
DHARÁ NÁHI DÁO E KII TAVA GIITI
TÁKÁO NÁ MUKHERI PÁNE
BASIYÁ ÁCHI DIN GUŃE GUNE
TAVA MAMATÁR KATHÁ GUNE THÁKI
KÁJER BELÁY VIPARIITA DEKHI
BHÁLOBÁSÁ KEU EKE BOLE NÁ KI
NITHAR PÁTHAR MADHUVANE, TUMI
NITHAR PÁTHAR MADHUVANE
BASIYÁ ÁCHI DIN GUŃE GUNE
TAVA ÁSÁ PATH CÁHIYÁ
BASIYÁ ÁCHI DIN GUŃE GUNE
Sitting by the path of Your arrival,
I look on, counting days.
I move on, floating shyly through the wind,
thinking only of Your attributes.
I am unable to understand Your characteristics,
whatever style You may express Yourself with.
What a song of Yours is this
that You do not come to me,
that You do not appear to me face to face?
I keep enumerating Your glories and affection,
but at the time of action,
I find You to be otherwise, the opposite.
Nobody can call this love,
Your acting like a motionless stone in the garden.