GHÚRŃIIVÁTYA RÁTE ESECHILE
SMITA SHEFÁLIIR VANE
TÁRAI SÁTHE MOR MANE
ARGAL DEOÁ GHARETE
TAKHAN BASE CHINU ÁNAMANE
TÁRAI SÁTHE MOR MANE
SADHVANI JHAT́IKÁ ÁGHÁT HENECHE
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SADHVANI JHAT́IKÁ ÁGHÁT HENECHE
ÁHATA CITTA SHIHARI UT́HECHE
SAPUŚPA SHÁKHÁ BHÁUNGIYÁ PAŔECHE
SAKÁTAR KRANDANE
TÁRAI SÁTHE MOR MANE
JALE JHAŔE KATA PHÚL HÁRÁYECHE
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JALE JHAŔE KATA PHÚL HÁRÁYECHE
GANDHA MADIR PARÁG BHESECHE
KON AJÁNÁY TÁRÁ CALE GECHE
TÁI BHÁVI KŚAŃE KŚAŃE
TÁRAI SÁTHE MOR MANE
GHÚRŃIIVÁTYA RÁTE ESECHILE
SMITA SHEFÁLIIR VANE
TÁRAI SÁTHE MOR MANE
On that cyclonic night,
You came into the blooming shefali garden
and entered my mind.
I was then sitting unmindfully in my house with doors closed.
The roaring storm was raging and battling.
My afflicted mind began to shiver.
The flower-laden branches were breaking down and cried in distress.
Falling into the water, many flowers got lost.
With an intoxicating smell their fragrance floated away.
To which unknown world they had left,
I am wondering ever since.