EI SANDHYÁ RAKTA RÁGE
ESECHILE, TUMI ESECHILE ANURÁGE
SHEFÁLIIR MÁLÁ KAŃT́HE
DOLÁYE SUSMITA PARÁGE
ESECHILE TUMI ESECHILE ANURÁGE
BHESE CALE CHILO SÁDÁ MEGHA RÁSHI
KÁSHER VANETE RAJATÁBHA HÁSI
BEJE CALECHILO TAVA VEŃU BÁNSHII
MAN MÁTÁNO RÁGE
ESECHILE TUMI ESECHILE ANURÁGE
ÁR KI SE DIN ÁSIBE NÁ PHIRE
SHARAT SAMIIRE SANDHYÁ KE GHIRE
SAB VEDANÁR ÁNDHÁR KE CIRE
JIIVANER PUROBHÁGE
ESECHILE TUMI ESECHILE ANURÁGE
EI SANDHYÁ RAKTA RÁGE
ESECHILE TUMI ESECHILE ANURÁGE
On this evening, coloured in red,
You came, smiling lovingly,
and swaying the garland of fragrant shefali flowers
that hung around Your neck.
White clouds were floating about
and in the jungle of tall grass,
a whitish smile shone,
along the intoxicating melody of Your bamboo flute.
Will not that day return,
in the evening breeze of winter,
piercing the darkness of pain
to lead life forward?