KENO TUMI ESE CHILE KENO
GELE CALE KICHUI NÁHI BOLE
ÁSÁR ASHE PAL GUŃE JÁI
VYATHÁR ÁNKHI JALE
KICHUI NÁHI BOLE
ANSHU MÁLI ÁSE VIHÁNE
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ANSHU MÁLI ÁSE VIHÁNE
ÁLOR DHÁRÁ D́HÁLE PRÁŃE
MANER ÁNDHÁR RAY GAHANE
NÁ BOLÁR ATALE
KICHUI NÁHI BOLE
RAVI CALE ASTÁCALE
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RAVI CALE ASTÁCALE
SANDHYÁ RÁGE JHALAMALE
CÁNDANII RÁTER MÁYÁ GHERE
SMITA PRÁŃOCCHALE
ÁMÁR TIMIR HOYE JE GABHIIR
ATANDRA KAJJVALE
KICHUI NÁHI BOLE
KENO TUMI ESE CHILE
KENO GELE CALE
KICHUI NÁHI BOLE
Why did You come
and why did You go,
without telling anything?
I keep counting time, hoping for Your arrival,
with tearful, agonised eyes.
The sun rises in the morning,
and pours the flow of light into life.
Yet, darkness silently lingers on in the deep recess of my mind.
The sun sets.
The evening colour glows.
The mirage-like moonlit night surrounds everywhere.
Yet, as the night deepens, my darkness intensifies.