KE JENO ÁSIÁ MARME PASHIYÁ
BOLILO MADHU MÁSE ÁSIBE
MOR JATA DOŚ MANE CÁPÁ ROŚ
KŚAMIYÁ KARUŃÁ KARIBE
BOLILO MADHU MÁSE ÁSIBE
PATH DEKHÁYECHO PATH BUJHIYÁCHI
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PATH DEKHÁYECHO PATH BUJHIYÁCHI
ÁLASYE UPEKŚÁ KARECHI
JENE SHUNE BHÚL PATHE CALIYÁCHI
BHAROSÁ HOLO SMITA HÁSIBE
BOLILO MADHU MÁSE ÁSIBE
JÁNI MOR BOLITE KICHU NÁI
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JÁNI MOR BOLITE KICHU NÁI
TOMÁR JINISE MOR BOLE JÁI
E MOHA CHALANÁ SHRÁNTI YÁTANÁ
BOLO NIRASAN KARIBE KABE
BOLILO MADHU MÁSE ÁSIBE
KE JENO ÁSIÁ MARME PASHIYÁ
BOLILO MADHU MÁSE ÁSIBE
Someone came and entered my core
and told me that a sweet springtime would come.
Pardoning my faults and the anger that had been suppressed in my mind,
He would shower His mercy upon me.
You had shown the path and I had understood the way.
Yet due to lethargy I remained ignorant
and knowingly moved along the wrong path.
Still, I hoped You would laugh and smile.
I know that nothing really belongs to me.
Your articles I mistakenly declared as mine.
Tell me, who will redress
this delusion of infatuation and torture of fatigue?
And when will this be?