VEŃUKÁR VANE BÁNSHII BÁJE VEŃUKÁRA
NAY ÁR KONO KHÁNE MANERI MADHU VANE
BHULÁIYÁ DIYÁ SHATA KÁJE
VEŃUKÁR VANE BÁNSHII BÁJE
ARUŃER ÁLO ÁSI JABE ÁNKHI PÁTE PASHI
BOLE MORESE PÁT́HÁLO TOMÁRI PÁSHÁ PÁSHI
MATTA TUNGA SAMA SE BÁNSHII PRÁŃE MAMA
HESE BOLE DEKHO ÁCHI KÁCHE
VEŃUKÁR VANE BÁNSHII BÁJE
SANDHYÁ TÁRÁR HÁSI PRADOŚE ULLÁSI
BOLE MORE BHEVO NÁKO
SE HÁSI MÁNASE BHÁSI
SE AJÁNÁ PATHIK LIILÁY NIRNIMIŚA
BHÁLOBÁSE SABE SÁJIYE RÚPE GUŃER SÁJE
VEŃUKÁR VANE BÁNSHII BÁJE
In the bamboo grove, flute is played. Nowhere else but in mental garden, ignoring hundreds
of jobs. When the morning sunrays come and enter into the eyes, it tells me, “ He has
sent me close to you”. Like frenzied bee, that flute smilingly tells into my heart, “
See, I am close”. The smile of the evening star, joyfully, tells me, “Do not worry.
That smile appears in the mind. That Unknown traveler, steadfast in illusive game
liila’, loves all, beautifully adorned with decoration of attributes”.