SHÁRAD NISHIITHE TOMÁTE ÁMÁTE
SMITA SHEFÁLITE PARICAY
SMITA SHEFÁLITE PARICAY
RAINJITÁDHARE BÁRE BÁRE
JÁ KARECHILE TÁ BHOLÁR NAY
SMITA SHEFÁLITE PARICAY
SMITA SHEFÁLITE PARICAY
SÁTHE CHILO TAVA MOHAN BÁNSHIT́I
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SÁTHE CHILO TAVA MOHAN BÁNSHIT́I
LIILÁMAY UCCHALA ÁNKHI DUT́I
JE BÁNSHITE VISHVA NRITYA RATA
JE ÁNKHITE DHARÁ MÁDHURI MAY
SMITA SHEFÁLITE PARICAY
SMITA SHEFÁLITE PARICAY
TÁR PAR KATA KÁL KET́E GECHE
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TÁR PAR KATA KÁL KET́E GECHE
KATA KII ESECHE KATA KII SARECHE
ÁJIO SE SMRITI SURABHI MAY
SMITA SHEFÁLITE PARICAY
SMITA SHEFÁLITE PARICAY
On a winter night,
we were introduced to one another under smiling shefali flowers.
With coloured lips, again and again,
You performed Your play in an unforgettable manner.
You had Your charming flute with You,
and both Your eyes were vibrant with divine game.
It was that flute by which the world engages in dance,
and those eyes by which the earth becomes full of sweetness.
How much time has since passed?
How many nebula have become stars?
How many have come and how many have departed?
That memory remains full of fragrance even to this day.