TOMÁR TARE MÁLÁ GÁNTHÁ
TOMÁR PÁNE CEYE THÁKÁ
KABARI PHÚLE SÁJÁNO
MANE MADHU BHARE RÁKHÁ
TOMÁR PÁNE CEYE THÁKÁ
DINER ÁLO TOMÁY D́ÁKE
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DINER ÁLO TOMÁY D́ÁKE
NISHÁR KÁLOR PHÁNKE PHÁNKE
KEMAN E BHÁVANÁ KE
BHÚLI JÁHÁ MARME MÁKHÁ
TOMÁR PÁNE CEYE THÁKÁ
VEŃII BÁNDHI KRIŚŃA D́ORE
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VEŃII BÁNDHI KRIŚŃA D́ORE
MADHUVANE BHÁVER GHORE
VIIŃÁR TÁRE CUPI SÁRE
KENO JVÁLÁO PRIITIR SHIKHÁ
TOMÁR TARE MÁLÁ GÁNTHÁ
TOMÁR PÁNE CEYE THÁKÁ
For You I have threaded a garland.
For You I have decorated my chignon with flowers.
For You I have filled my mind with sweetness.
For You I remain seated with expectation.
Daylight calls You, breaking gaps through the dark night.
How can I possibly forget this feeling,
which remains embedded in the core of my mind?
I have decorated my hair with a black thread,
while in the sweet garden, absorbed in intense ideation.
Wy did You secretly kindle the flame of love,
on the strings of Your viina?