BADHIR THEKO NÁ GO PRIYA
SHUNATE HOBE ÁMÁR KATHÁ
BOJHO ÁMÁR MARMA VYATHÁ
TOMÁY PÁOÁR VYAKULATÁ
SHUNATE HOBE ÁMÁR KATHÁ
VEŃUR DHVANIR PHÁNKE PHÁNKE
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VEŃUR DHVANIR PHÁNKE PHÁNKE
TOMÁR ÁLO ÁMÁY D́ÁKE
SEI ÁLOTEI MISHE THÁKE
TOMÁR PRIITIR MADHURATÁ
SHUNATE HOBE ÁMÁR KATHÁ
ÁSHÁR ÁLO TUMII ÁMÁR
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ÁSHÁR ÁLO TUMII ÁMÁR
SAKAL BHÁLOR EKAKA ÁDHÁR
BHULALE TOMÁY EI NIRÁDHÁR
TÁI TO SADÁI NAVÁI MÁTHÁ
SHUNATE HOBE ÁMÁR KATHÁ
BADHIR THEKO NÁ GO PRIYA
SHUNATE HOBE ÁMÁR KATHÁ
Please do not turn a deaf ear to me,
O Beloved!
Listen instead to tale of my heart.
Please understand my innermost pain
and the restlessness of attaining You.
Through interludes of flute sounds,
Your effulgence calls me.
In that effulgence lies mingled the sweetness of Your love.
You are my ray of hope,
the only basis of all welfare.
Forgetting You, I shall have no base.
And that is why,
I ever bow down my head at Your feet.