TUMI ESE CHILE, ESECHILE
MOR MANER KOŃE
CUPISÁRE
PAVANE SVANANE CÁMPÁR VANE
DOLÁ DIYE SHATA DHÁRE
CUPISÁRE
DOLÁ DEKHE BUJHILÁM TUMI ESECHO
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DOLÁ DEKHE BUJHILÁM TUMI ESECHO
YUGÁNTARER D́ÁK ÁJ SHUNECHO
ÁMÁR MANER KATHÁ JENE NIYECHO
ETA SUKHA BOLI KÁHÁRE
CUPISÁRE
SE DOLÁY NECE JÁY PASHU PÁKHII
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SE DOLÁY NECE JÁY PASHU PÁKHII
CHANDE TÁLE LAYE SHÁKHÁ SHÁKHII
VIHVAL ÁVESHE JÁHÁRE DEKHI
UDDVEL PETE TOMÁRE
CUPISÁRE
TUMI ESE CHILE, ESECHILE
MOR MANER KOŃE
CUPISÁRE
You secretly came into the recess of my mind.
With the sound of the wind,
in the garden of campa flowers,
You oscillated in hundreds of ways.
Having seen these swings,
I understood that You had come.
Today You heard the call that had lasted for eras and eras.
You came and knew the story of my mind,
and filled me with happiness.
By that swing,
the animals and birds dance.
The branches of trees swing with rhythm and melody.
In whoever I look at, I see You
and this gives me much joy.