ÁMÁY CHEŔE KEMAN KARE
OGO PRABHU ÁCHO DÚRE
ASHRU BHARÁ ÁNKHI ÁMÁR
DEY NÁ KI DUHKHA KŚAŃA TARE
OGO PRABHU ÁCHO DÚRE
DIVAS PHURÁY SANDHYÁ GHANÁY
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DIVAS PHURÁY SANDHYÁ GHANÁY
YUGER PARE YUGA CALE JÁY
PHUL PHOT́E ÁR DHARÁY LUT́ÁY
VEDANÁRI ÁNDHÁR PURE
OGO PRABHU ÁCHO DÚRE
NAYKO BESHII ÁMÁR CÁOÁ
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NAYKO BESHII ÁMÁR CÁOÁ
EKAT́I SURAI SEDHE JÁOÁ
SEI SURETEI GIITI GÁOÁ
TOMÁR CARAŃ DHULÁR PARE
OGO PRABHU ÁCHO DÚRE
ÁMÁY CHEŔE KEMAN KARE
OGO PRABHU ÁCHO DÚRE
O Lord,
leaving me,
how are You staying far away?
Do not my tearful eyes give You sorrow even for a moment?
Days pass,
evenings intensify,
age after age goes by.
Flowers bloom and eventually merge with the earth,
in the darkness of pain.
I do not have any desire,
I rehearse only one melody.
And in that melody,
I sing songs to be offered at the dust of Your feet.