ÁJI MANETE TÚFÁN KENO BAY
KENO BAYE BOLO KENO BAY
BHÁVERI MUKURE CHANDE
O SURE MÁDHURI BHARIYÁ RAY
KENO BAYE BOLO KENO BAY
ETO KÁLA JÁR PATH CEYE ÁCHI
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JE PRÁŃA PURUŚE BHÁLOBÁSIYÁCHI
TÁHÁRI ÁVESHE MADHU NIRYÁSE
KALI KÁNE ALI KATHÁ KAY
KENO BAYE BOLO KENO BAY
TÁR ÁSÁR INGITA E TÚFÁN
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TÁR ÁSÁR INGITA E TÚFÁN
UDDVEL KARE DILO MOR PRÁŃA
TÁHÁRI BHÁVETE KÁLE KÁLÁTIITE
MILE MISHE GÁY TÁRII JAYA
KENO BAYE BOLO KENO BAY
ÁJI MANETE TÚFÁN KENO BAY
KENO BAYE BOLO KENO BAY
Tell me why today a storm blows in my mind?
In the mirror of thoughts,
with rhythm and melody,
sweetness abounds.
For that dearest Lord, whom I love,
I have been waiting for so long,
constantly looking at the path.
Under that impulse,
into the ears of fragrant buds,
the bee whispers.
This storm is an indication of His arrival.
It has made my mind restless.
Taking His ideation,
I sing of His victory,
as times within and beyond merge.