KE GO TUMI ÁJI BHARE NILE SÁJI
NÁ BOLIYÁ MOR PHÚL VANE
ÁSITE BOLINI BASITE BOLINI
SVÁGAT KARINI VITÁNE
NÁ BOLIYÁ MOR PHÚL VANE
D́ÁKILE ÁSONI ANÁHÚTA ELE
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D́ÁKILE ÁSONI ANÁHÚTA ELE
MOR MANOVANE NIIRAVE PASHILE
KICHU NÁ KAHIYÁ MADHUR HÁSIÁ
RATA HOLE PHÚL CAYANE
NÁ BOLIYÁ MOR PHÚL VANE
BUJHITE PÁRINÁ E KII TAVA LIILÁ
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BUJHITE PÁRINÁ E KII TAVA LIILÁ
MAN NIE KENO KARE JÁO KHELÁ
ÁMÁR KÁNANE ÁMÁRI GOPANE
DOLÁ DÁO PRIITI SPANDANE
NÁ BOLIYÁ MOR PHÚL VANE
KE GO TUMI ÁJI BHARE NILE SÁJI
NÁ BOLIYÁ MOR PHÚL VANE
Who are You who came today
into my garden of flowers,
filling up Your basket
without uttering a word?
I could not ask You to come in and take Your seat,
neither could I welcome You in the canopy.
When I had called You, You did not come.
Coming now without being called,
You silently entered my mental garden.
Without announcing Yourself,
and with a sweet smile,
You became engrossed in plucking flowers.
I could not understand Your divine game.
Why did You continue playing with my mind?
In my garden,
hiding from me,
You swung the vibration of love.