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ÁMI, TOMÁY CEYE GECHI BÁRE BÁRE
TUMI DEKHO KI NÁ BUJHINÁ

ÁSHÁR PARE ÁSHÁ PÁVO TOMÁRE
TUMI MOR HOVE KI NÁ JÁNINÁ
TUMI DEKHO KI NÁ BUJHINÁ

NIDÁGHER DHARÁ CÁY KAJJALE
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NIDÁGHER DHARÁ CÁY KAJJALE
KAJVAL TÁR BUKE D́HÁLE JVALE
CÁTAK JECE JÁY PHAT́IK JALE
PÚRŃA HOYE TÁR JÁCANÁ
TUMI DEKHO KI NÁ BUJHINÁ

ALI CEYE JÁY PHUL MÁJHE MADHU
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ALI CEYE JÁY PHUL MÁJHE MADHU
CAKOR JÁCIÁ JÁY SHEFÁLII VIDHU
MADHU VIDHU DUI ÁSE NÁ SHUDHU
SE VIDHU JE MOR KATHÁ MÁNE NÁ
TUMI DEKHO KI NÁ BUJHINÁ

ÁMI, TOMÁR CEYE GECHI BÁRE BÁRE
TUMI DEKHO KI NÁ BUJHINÁ







O Lord, I continued loving You again and again, do not You see and understand that? I have
hope after hope to attain You, but I do not know whether You would be my own. The earth
heated by intense sunlight, wants dark clouds, the clouds pour cooling water into its
bosom. The cha’taka bird keeps on demanding pure water, let their demands be fulfilled.
The bee looks for honey within flowers, the cakor bird goes on demanding white moon like
shefa’lii flower. The sweetness and moon both only do not come, the moon that does not
heed to my talk.