JHAŔER RÁTE ÁNDHÁRETE
KENDE CHILUM VAN? MÁJHE
KAITE KATHÁ BUJHATE VYATHÁ
KEU CHILO NÁ MOR KÁCHE
KENDE CHILUM VAN MÁJHE
KATA SHÁKHÁ BHEUNGE PAŔECHE
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KATA SHÁKHÁ BHEUNGE PAŔECHE
KACI KALI JHAŔE GECHE
KUSUM PHALERÁ KHASECHE
ÁRTA NÁDE GÁCHE GÁCHE
KENDE CHILUM VAN MÁJHE
ÁMÁR MANER MADHUVANE
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ÁMÁR MANER MADHUVANE
JHAŔER SHEŚE LAGHU PAVANE
KÁL RÁTRIR AVASÁNE
ÁSABE KI MOHAN SÁJE
KENDE CHILUM VAN MÁJHE
JHAŔER RÁTE ÁNDHÁRETE
KENDE CHILUM VAN MÁJHE
On that stormy and dark night,
I was crying in the forest.
Nobody was closeby to talk to and understand my suffering.
Many branches had broken
and tender buds lay on the ground.
Flowers and fruits had been detached from the trees
and cried with lamentation.
In my mental garden,
at the end of this frightful night,
after the storm,
a mild breeze blew.
Would You come with charming adornment?