ÁMÁR, DIN CALE JÁY
DIN CALE JÁY
CÁNDER ÁLOY NISHÁR KÁLOY
BHÚLIYE DIYE, KOTHÁY JE HÁRÁY
DIN CALE JÁY
DIN CALE JÁY
BHEVE CHILUM LÁGBO KÁJE
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BHEVE CHILUM LÁGBO KÁJE
THÁKABO METE SABÁR MÁJHE
RAIBO SEJE NÁNÁN SÁJE
TOMÁR MAN JÁ CÁY
DIN CALE JÁY
DIN CALE JÁY
BHEVE CHILUM KAIBE KATHÁ
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BHEVE CHILUM KAIBE KATHÁ
SHONÁBE SÁR ITIKATHÁ
BAYE JÁBO SEI VÁRTÁ, SÁRÁ VASUDHÁY
DIN CALE JÁY
DIN CALE JÁY
ÁMÁR, DIN CALE JÁY
DIN CALE JÁY
My days are passing.
My days are passing.
Unto where are they being lost,
forgetting the moonlight and darkness of nights?
I had thought I should remain engaged in action,
and, engrossed amidst all,
remain adorned in various decorations of Your choice.
I had thought I should tell reality,
convey the essence of history
and drift on, in the affairs of the entire world.