PATHA PÁNE CEYE THÁKI
ÁSHÁ BHARÁ ÁNKHI NIYE
YUGE YUGE ÁCHI JEGE
DEKHO NÁ TUMI TÁKIYE
ÁSHÁ BHARÁ ÁNKHI NIYE
GRIIŚME?
GRIIŚME? SHUKÁYE DEYA
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
GRIIŚME? SHUKÁYE DEYA
VARAŚÁ? ÁNKHITE BHEJÁY
KUSHE KÁSHE NIILÁKÁSHE
SHARAT SHOBHÁY DEY BHÁSIYE
ÁSHÁ BHARÁ ÁNKHI NIYE
SÁDÁ MEGHER
SÁDÁ MEGHER BHELÁ BHOLÁY
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
SÁDÁ MEGHER BHELÁ BHOLÁY
HEMANTERI HIMEL HAOÁY
SHISHIRE NÁ ELE PARE
VASANTE BOJHÁI KI DIYE
ÁSHÁ BHARÁ ÁNKHI NIYE
PATHA PÁNE CEYE THÁKI
ÁSHÁ BHARÁ ÁNKHI NIYE
I remain by the path,
with eyes filled with hope.
I have been awake for ages.
Yet You do not look at me.
Summer makes me dry.
The rainy season moistens my eyes.
In tall grasses and in the blue sky,
autumn fills its decorations.
The yacht of white clouds amidst the cold wind engrosses me.
Even in winter You do not come.
What shall I offer You
for You to make me understand spring?