ÁSIYÁCHE ÁJ KE ÁMÁR ÁŚÁD́HA
VÁRI JHARE JHARA JHARA
KHULE PHELO MANER BADDHA DUÁR
BIJALII D́ÁKE TÁHÁ SAHE NÁ JE TVARA
VÁRI JHARE JHARA JHARA
ÁTAPA TÁPITA CITE ESECHE NÚTAN ÁSHÁ
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ÁTAPA TÁPITA CITE ESECHE NÚTAN ÁSHÁ
NIIRASA MOR PRÁŃE JEGECHE BHÁLOBÁSÁ
RUKŚATÁ SARIYE ENECHE SHYÁMALATÁ
VÁRI BHÁRE BHARA BHARA
VÁRI JHARE JHARA JHARA
PRACAŃD́A VRIŚT́ITE NABHA NÁ PÁI DEKHITE
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PRACAŃD́A VRIŚT́ITE NABHA NÁ PÁI DEKHITE
DHARAŃIIO JALE D́HÁKÁ PATH NÁ PÁRI CINITE
SIIMÁ REKHÁ HÁRIYE SABÁI GECHE MILIYE
EK HOLO ÁPAN PARA
VÁRI JHARE JHARA JHARA
ÁSIYÁCHE ÁJ KE ÁMÁR ÁŚÁD́HA
VÁRI JHARE JHARA JHARA
Today, my rainy season has come early.
It is raining profusely.
"Quickly open wide the closed door of the mind",
lightning calls.
Into the sun burned mind,
new hope has come.
In my dry life,
love has awakened.
Removing roughness,
overflowing water brings greenness.
Due to intense rains,
I am unable to see the sky.
The land is also covered by water
and I am unable to recognise the path.
Losing boundary lines,
all mingles,
and my own self and others become one.