PATH CINE ESECHILO AJÁNÁ PATHIK
MOR DUÁRE KŚAŃIKA DÁNŔIYE CHILO
CININI TÁRE ÁMI D́ÁKINI BÁREK
MRDU HESE SECALE GIYE CHILO
MOR DUÁRE KŚAŃIKA DÁNŔIYE CHILO
BHÚL BHEUNGE CHILO MOR ANEK PARE
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BHÚL BHEUNGE CHILO MOR ANEK PARE
DVÁR KHULE ESECHINU CHÚT́E BÁHIRE
KÁCHE O DÚRE VRITHÁ KHUNJECHI TÁRE
SE CHILO NÁ TÁR MÁLÁ PAŔE CHILO
MOR DUÁRE KŚAŃIKA DÁNŔIYE CHILO
JIIVANE ANEK BHÚL HOYE THÁKE
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JIIVANE ANEK BHÚL HOYE THÁKE
BHÚLER PRÁYASHCITTAO TO THÁKE
ÁJ D́ÁKI TÁKE PRÁŃA BHARÁ ÁVEGE
BUJHI NÁ SE D́ÁK TÁR KÁNE KI GELO
MOR DUÁRE KŚAŃIKA DÁNŔIYE CHILO
PATH CINE ESECHILO AJÁNÁ PATHIK
MOR DUÁRE KŚAŃIKA DÁNŔIYE CHILO
Conscious of the path,
the unknown traveler had come
and stood in front of my door for a moment.
I did not recognise Him.
I did not call Him in even once.
He went away smiling softly.
After some time I realised my mistake,
and, opening the door, I came out rushing.
I searched Him in vain far and wide.
He was not there.
His garland was lying on the ground.
In life, many mistakes happen,
but they can also be expiated.
Today I am calling Him with heartfelt longing,
but I do not know whether that call enters His ears.