2444 (08/03/1985) K


ASHRU KAŃÁ KENO
DHULICHE BOLO HENO
ÁNKHITE DODUL

KE DIYECHE VYATHÁ KAYNIKO KATHÁ
CHINŔECHE MÁLÁRI PHÚL
ÁNKHITE DODUL

SALÁJ SHEFÁLII KE
SANDHYÁ SMITÁLOKE
SÁDÁ MEGHER PHÁNKE
KENO SE NÁHI D́ÁKE
BOJHO NÁ VYATHÁ TÁR
CÁMPÁ HIYÁR BHÁR
KENO RUKŚA ELO CÚL
ÁNKHITE DODUL

KE SE BHÁLOBÁSE KÁCHE NÁHI ÁSE
DÚRE THEKE HÁSE LUKÁY CIDÁKÁSHE
BHÁLOBÁSÁ TÁR BUJHE UT́HÁ BHÁR
E JENO KÁNT́ÁTE GUL
ÁNKHITE DODUL

ASHRU KAŃÁ KENO
DHULICHE BOLO HENO
ÁNKHITE DODUL







Why do teardrops oscillate in the swing of your eyes?
Who has inflicted pain on you? Tell me.

The flowers in your garland are breaking off.

In the evening’s smiling illumination,
through the gaps of white clouds,
why doesn’t He call the shy shefali flower?

He doesn’t understand your pain,
the suppressed burden of your heart.
Why has the hair on your head become rough?

Who is that who does not come,
despite loving and giving smiles from afar,
all while hiding in the firmament of mind?
It is difficult to understand His love,
which resembles a flower amidst thorns.