TUMI ÁR ÁMI
TUMI ÁR ÁMI
TUMI ÁR ÁMI
TUMI ÁR ÁMI
SE DIN PRADOŚE
BASIYÁ CHILUM BAKUL TALE
CÁNDER HÁSITE
CÁNDER HÁSITE
CÁNDER HÁSITE
MRDU SURABHITE
BHESECHI SURA KALLOLE
BASIYÁ CHILUM BAKUL TALE
BOLE CHILE TUMI DEKHO ÁSIYÁCHI
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BOLE CHILE TUMI DEKHO ÁSIYÁCHI
KATA DUSTAR MARU PERIYECHI
UTTUNGA GIRI LAUNGHIYÁCHI
TAVA D́ÁK SHUNE NABHO NIILE
BASIYÁ CHILUM BAKUL TALE
TÁR PAR ÁR HOYENIKO DEKHÁ
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TÁR PAR ÁR HOYENIKO DEKHÁ
ÁKÁSHE BHÁSENI SE CANDRALEKHÁ
PHÚLETE DEKHINI SE RÚPER REKHÁ
JÁ SE DIN TUMI ENKE CHILE
BASIYÁ CHILUM BAKUL TALE
TUMI ÁR ÁMI
SE DIN PRADOŚE
BASIYÁ CHILUM BAKUL TALE
On that day’s evening,
You and I had been sitting under a bakul tree.
Under the smile of moon and in the soft fragrance,
I floated along the cheerful sway of melody.
You told:
”See, I have come,
crossing the very harsh desert,
crossing the high mountain,
listening to your call in the blue sky.”
Thereafter we never met again.
That fractional moon did not reappear in the sky.
That mark of beauty in the flower,
which You had applied to it that day,
I did not see again.