BHÁVI TOMÁY BHULE JÁBO
KEMANE BHULI BOLO NÁ
BHESE UT́HO DIGVALAYE
YADI BHÁVI TÁKÁBO NÁ
KEMANE BHULI BOLO NÁ
NIDÁGHE CANDANE HÁSO
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NIDÁGHE CANDANE HÁSO
VARŚÁR KEYÁ PARÁGE BHÁSO
SHARATE KUSH KÁSHE NÁCO
SÁDÁ MEGHE BÁNDHO JHULONÁ
KEMANE BHULI BOLO NÁ
HEMANTE DHÁNER SUGHÁNE
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HEMANTE DHÁNER SUGHÁNE
SHIITERI RAJAT? TUHINE
VASANTE VARŃA SHOBHANE
RAUNGIIN HAOÁY DÁO DYOTANÁ
KEMANE BHULI BOLO NÁ
BHÁVI TOMÁY BHULE JÁBO
KEMANE BHULI BOLO NÁ
I thought that I would forget You.
But how can I forget? Tell me.
When I think about not to see You, then You rise at the horizon.
You smile like sandal paste in the intense sun at noon.
You float through the fragrance of the ketakii flower.
During the prewinter time, You dance as the tall grass
and make the white clouds swing.
Amidst the pleasant smell of winter paddy,
in the silvery snow of winter,
in the colourful decorations of spring,
through the colourful wind,
You provide indications of Your presence.