ÁMI, BHÁLOBÁSIÁCHI TOMÁRE
ÁMI, BHÁLOBÁSIÁCHI TOMÁRE
ÁMI, BHÁLOBÁSIÁCHI TOMÁRE
MANER MÁJHÁRE JÁ CHILO GABHIRE
KII KARE DEKHÁBO TÁHÁRE
ÁMI, BHÁLOBÁSIÁCHI TOMÁRE
JE PHUL RAYECHE KALIR ÁNDHÁRE
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JE PHUL RAYECHE KALIR ÁNDHÁRE
JHARÁTE KI PÁRI TÁHÁR MADHURE
JE REŃU RAYECHE BHARE ANTARE
ÁNIBO KE MANE BÁHIRE
ÁMI, BHÁLOBÁSIÁCHI TOMÁRE
JE UDAK DHÁRÁ MRITTALE BHARÁ
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JE UDAK DHÁRÁ MRITTALE BHARÁ
TAPAN TÁPANE HOENIKO HÁRÁ
PRASRAVANETE SE AMRTA DHÁRÁ
ÁLOKE ÁSIBE KI KARE
ÁMI, BHÁLOBÁSIÁCHI TOMÁRE
I love You.
I love You.
I love You.
How can I show to You
what is in the depth of my mind?
The flower that still resides in the darkness of its bud,
can it ooze out sweetness?
The pollen that fills my core,
how can I bring it out?
The water current that,
at its bottom,
is full of mud,
and does not dry up by sun or heat,
how can its flow of nectar trickle out into light?