CÁNDERA ÁLO LÁGE NÁ BHÁLO
PRIYA TUMI NÁ ELE
MUKTÁ TÁJER SÁJE MIINER KII KÁJ
NIIŔA NÁ PELE
PRIYA TUMI NÁ ELE
ÁJI MOR SAJJÁ JE KANT́AK SHAYYÁ
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ÁJI MOR SAJJÁ JE KANT́AK SHAYYÁ
LÁSYE MISHIYÁ ÁCHE LAJJÁ
KÁNDE ÁNKHI MANA PRÁŃA MAJJÁ
E KII KARE DILE
PRIYA TUMI NÁ ELE
NABHER CÁNDER MOR KONO KÁJ NÁI
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NABHER CÁNDER MOR KONO KÁJ NÁI
CIDÁKÁSHER CÁNDE KÁCHE PETE CÁI
MATHITA BHÁVANÁ NIYE GÁN GEYE JÁI
SURE CHANDE TÁLE
PRIYA TUMI NÁ ELE
CÁNDERA ÁLO LÁGE NÁ BHÁLO
PRIYA TUMI NÁ ELE
Beloved,
You did not come.
Hence I have no more liking for this moonlight.
What is the purpose of decorating a fish with pearl crown
if it does not find its nest?
Today my adornment is a bed of thorns.
In my gestures,
shyness abounds.
My eyes, my mind,
my vitality and my marrow all cry.
What have You done to me by not coming!
O most beloved!
With the moon merely sitting in the sky,
I am bereft of purpose.
I want the moon of the firmament of my mind.
I want it close to me.
With feelings churned,
I sing my song with rhythm, melody and beats.