DÚR VIDESHER KANAK CÁMPÁ
UPACE DIYE CHILO PRÁŃA
SMITA DYUTITE MADHUR VÁTE
BHESE ESE CHILO TÁR GÁN
DÚR VIDESHER KANAK CÁMPÁ
UPACE DIYE CHILO PRÁŃA
KHUSHIR ÁLO TÁR KAPOLETE
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KHUSHIR ÁLO TÁR KAPOLETE
SHUDHUI BHÁLONEI MANDA TÁTE
BINÁ D́ÁKE ESE CHILO SUPRABHÁTE
BHULE GIYE TÁR JATA ABHIMÁN
DÚR VIDESHER KANAK CÁMPÁ
UPACE DIYE CHILO PRÁŃA
ABELÁY JHARE GELO NÁ BOLE MORE
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ABELÁY JHARE GELO NÁ BOLE MORE
AJÁNÁY SARE GELO AGOCARE
REKHE GELO GÁN TÁR CHANDE SURE
SHURU HOLO TÁR NAVA ABHIYÁN
DÚR VIDESHER KANAK CÁMPÁ
UPACE DIYE CHILO PRÁŃA
The far-distant kanak campa flower overwhelmed my mind.
Amidst a smiling shine and the sweet breeze,
His song came floating.
There was a glow of joy on His cheeks,
in which only good
and no dullness was present.
He arrived on this fine morning without telling anyone,
forgetting all previous pain.
The flower untimely withered away without warning
and left unseen to an unknown world.
With a song full of rhythm and melody,
His new voyage started.