KON, SONÁLII PRAHARE SUR DHÁRÁ DHARE
SONÁLII PRAHARE
SONÁLII PRAHARE SUR DHÁRÁ DHARE
TUMI ESECHILE KEU JÁNE NÁ
MAN KE MÁTÁLE PRÁŃA KE BHARÁLE
BODHI D́HELE DILE SABÁR AJÁNÁ
TUMI ESECHILE KEU JÁNE NÁ
TÁR PAR KATA KÁLA KET́E GECHE
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TÁR PAR KATA KÁLA KET́E GECHE
KATA JALADHÁRÁ SÁGARE MISHECHE
KATA PHÚL HESE KHASE GECHE MISHE
KÁLA GAHVARE NÁI GAŃANÁ
TUMI ESECHILE KEU JÁNE NÁ
SEI KŚAŃA THEKE ÁMI BASE ÁCHI
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SEI KŚAŃA THEKE ÁMI BASE ÁCHI
PALA ANUPALA GUNIÁ CALECHI
KLÁNTIR GHÁYE GHUME D́HALE GECHI
ÁMÁR VEDANÁ KEU BOJHE NÁ
TUMI ESECHILE KEU JÁNE NÁ
SONÁLII PRAHARE SUR DHÁRÁ DHARE
TUMI ESECHILE KEU JÁNE NÁ
Nobody knows during which golden period,
holding on to the flow of melody, You came.
Intoxicating minds,
fulfilling hearts,
unknown to all,
You poured forth intuition.
How much time has since passed?
How many streams merged into the ocean?
And how many flowers bloomed thereafter
and again withered away into the depth of time?
Of it, there exists no account.
Since then, I sit and wait for You,
counting moments and seconds.
With the wounds of fatigue,
I lie into sleep,
with nobody understanding my agonies.