PHÁGUNER ÁGUN JVELE DIYE GELE KON VANE
PHÚL VANE NÁ MANOVANE
PRIITIR E ARGHYA KHÁNI DILUM DÁNI TAVA PÁNE
BHARÁ PRÁŃE GO BHARÁ PRÁŃE
PHÚL VANE NÁ MANOVANE
JE MADHU D́HÁKÁ CHILO MOR BÚKE
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JE MADHU D́HÁKÁ CHILO MOR BÚKE
JE SUVÁS MÁKHÁ CHILO CAMPAKE
JE SUDHÁ UTSÁRIYÁ SAMMUKHE
D́EKE JÁY TOMÁY MALAY PAVANE
PHÚL VANE NÁ MANOVANE
KHUINJE JÁI TOMÁY ÁMI SAB KHÁNE
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KHUINJE JÁI TOMÁY ÁMI SAB KHÁNE
DUHKHE SUKHE GAORAVE HATAMÁNE
ÁSABE KABE TITHI TÁHÁ KE JÁNE
PHULE PHALE BHARIYE ÁSHÁR SVAPANE
PHÚL VANE NÁ MANOVANE
PHÁGUNER ÁGUN JVELE DIYE GELE KON VANE
PHÚL VANE NÁ MANOVANE
On this vernal season,
in which garden did You kindle fire,
in the floral garden or in the mental garden?
This offering of love,
I am giving You wholeheartedly.
The honey that was kept covered in my bosom,
is filled with the fragrance of campaka.
The nectar that emanated from my face,
keeps calling You in the sandal breeze.
I keep searching You all over,
in pain and pleasure,
in honour and humiliation.
When will You come,
fulfilling the dream of my hope?
Who knows the date?