EKLÁ CHILUM BASE SEI SANDHYÁY
TUMI ELE KICHU NÁ BOLE
MEGHLÁ CHILO NIILIMÁ NÁ DEKHÁ JÁY
SE ÁKÁSHE VIDHU HÁSILE
TUMI ELE KICHU NÁ BOLE
MADHU MÁLATII MORE BOLE CHILO
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MADHU MÁLATII MORE BOLE CHILO
HÁRÁNO HIYÁY KHONJA SE KARE CHILO
TOMÁY PEYE PÚRŃA HOYE CHILO
TÁR ÁSHÁ BHÁLOBÁSÁ EK ANUPALE
TUMI ELE KICHU NÁ BOLE
SARITÁR KALATÁN KATHÁ KAYE
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SARITÁR KALATÁN KATHÁ KAYE
NECE CALE CHILO TAVA MÁDHURII NIYE
TOMÁRII ITI KATHÁ TOMÁR PRIITI GÁTHÁ
GÁNE GÁNE BHESE CHILO CHANDE TÁLE
TUMI ELE KICHU NÁ BOLE
EKLÁ CHILUM BASE SEI SANDHYÁY
TUMI ELE KICHU NÁ BOLE
I was sitting alone that evening
when You came without uttering anything.
The clouds were present
and the blue sky was not visible.
In that sky, the moon smiled.
The sweet malati flower told me
it had been searching a lost heart.
By getting You
it found instant fulfilment of its hope and love.
The sonorousness of the stream narrates these events.
It moves on with dance, carrying Your sweetness.
The glory of Your love and history
floats with each song with rhythm and beats.