GÁNER MÁLÁ ÁMÁR KAŃT́HE TOMÁR
PARÁTE CEYECHI JIIVAN BHARE, JIIVAN BHARE
NIKAT́E ÁSONI DHARÁ DÁONI
BOLO NÁ PARÁI KII KARE
PARÁTE CEYECHI JIIVAN BHARE, JIIVAN BHARE
KATA DIN KET́E GECHE ÁSÁ PATH CEYE
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KATA DIN KET́E GECHE ÁSÁ PATH CEYE
KATA VIBHÁVARII GECHE E BHÁVANÁ NIYE
KATA GÁN ÁMÁR GECHE JE HÁRIYE
RACIYÁCHILÁM JÁ PRATI PRAHARE
PARÁTE CEYECHI JIIVAN BHARE, JIIVAN BHARE
JE GÁN ÁMÁR HÁRIYE GECHE
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JE GÁN ÁMÁR HÁRIYE GECHE
JE SUR ASIIME MISHE RAYECHE
TUMI CÁILEI TÁRÁ ÁSIBE PHIRE
HÁSIBE ÁBÁR TOMÁRE GHIRE
PARÁTE CEYECHI JIIVAN BHARE, JIIVAN BHARE
GÁNER MÁLÁ ÁMÁR KAŃT́HE TOMÁR
PARÁTE CEYECHI JIIVAN BHARE, JIIVAN BHARE
My whole life,
I have aspired to place around Your neck,
the garland of my songs.
You do not come close.
You do not come within my reach.
Tell me where I may place myself.
How many days have passed,
looking at the path of Your arrival!
How many nights have passed,
carrying the thought of Your coming!
How many songs have been lost,
that I had created hour after hour!
Those songs of mine that got lost,
those melodies that had merged with the infinite,
if You wanted to,
they would return and smile at You.