JEO NÁ JEO NÁ
MOR ÁRO KATHÁ ÁCHE BÁKI
EKHANI CALE YADI GELE
KII NIYE BENCE THÁKI
MOR ÁRO KATHÁ ÁCHE BÁKI
MALAY KATA KII KAYE GECHE KÁNE
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MALAY KATA KII KAYE GECHE KÁNE
DIKVALAY KII JE JÁL BUNE
UDDVELA HIYÁ MENEO NÁ MÁNE
SEI ITIKATHÁ JÁNO KII
MOR ÁRO KATHÁ ÁCHE BÁKI
SHARAT SÁNJHE SHEFÁLI GANDHE
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SHARAT SÁNJHE SHEFÁLI GANDHE
CITTA METECHE MADHUR ÁNANDE
BOLO TÁRE KI DIYE D́HÁKI
MOR ÁRO KATHÁ ÁCHE BÁKI
JEO NÁ JEO NÁ
MOR ÁRO KATHÁ ÁCHE BÁKI
Do not go!
I have matters to say to You.
If now You will go away,
with what shall I survive?
What did the sandal breeze whisper into my ears?
What web did the horizon weave?
My restless mind does not heed.
Doesn’t history know this?
On the autumn evening,
with the fragrance of shefali flowers,
the mint plant frenzies with sweet joy.
My mind is filled with the essence of nectar.
Tell me with what I shall hide all this?