345 (16/03/1983) K


TOMÁR LÁGI KATA VYATHÁ
TUMI TÁHÁR KHONJA RÁKHO NÁ

VISHVA NIYE VYASTA THÁKO
BAŔO KÁJE VYASTA THÁKO
CHOT́OR KATHÁ KÁNE TOLONÁ
TUMI TÁHÁR KHONJA RÁKHO NÁ

E BÁR ÁMI MANE MANE
PHÚL TULIBO VANE VANE
MÁLÁ GENTHE TOMÁR DITE
DEKHI NEVE KI NEVE NÁ
TUMI TÁHÁR KHONJA RÁKHO NÁ

TOMÁR SURE GEYE JÁBO
HRIDAYE JHAINKÁR TULIBO
TOMÁY GHIRE NECE JÁBO
DEKHI DEKHO KI DEKHONÁ
TUMI TÁHÁR KHOJ RÁKHO NÁ

TOMÁR LÁGI KATA VYATHÁ
TUMI TÁHÁR KHONJA RÁKHO NÁ







Do You realize
how much pain I feel for You?
You never keep account
of the pining of my heart.
In this created world
You keep Yourself engaged
with this important task and that
and never blink a bat
at the wailings of us lowly folk.

From the forests of my mind
shall I glean the choicest blooms
and weave a garland so superb
for You,
and I shall see
if You then will acquiesce
to accept my humble gift or not.

Your melodies shall I sing
with the deepest feelings of my heart
and I shall dance, a joyous dance
around You, Lord,
and will You then
just steal a glance
at me, Your devotee?

You do not understand, my Lord,
the pain I deeply feel.
You really do not care to even know
my sorrow.