SÁGAR BELÁY ÁMI
BASIÁ CHILÁM JABE
ÚRMIMÁLÁY ESECHILE KÁCHE
JIIVANER UTSAVE
BASIÁ CHILÁM JABE
DÚRÁKÁSHE KATA TÁRÁ HESE CHILO
KI BHÁŚÁY MALAY BHEŚE CHILO
MITRA ARÁTI BHÚLIÁ PRATIITI
BHÁLOBESE CHINU SABE
BASIÁ CHILÁM JABE
BHÚLI NÁI ÁMI SE RÁTER KATHÁ
MAN MUKURE TÁ RAYE GECHE GÁNTHÁ
DUHKHER ÁNDHÁRE SUKHER PRAHARE
SE SMRITI BHÁSE NIIRAVE
BASIÁ CHILÁM JABE
SÁGAR BELÁY ÁMI
BASIÁ CHILÁM JABE
While I was sitting on the seashore,
as series of waves,
the festivity of life neared closer.
In the distant sky many a star smiled.
Which language did the sandal breeze speak?
Friend and foe, forgetting the distinction, I loved all.
I have not forgotten the incidence of that night.
It remains threaded in my mental mirror.
During the darkness of sorrow and periods of happiness,
that memory floats adrift in seclusion.