TUMI YADI NÁ ELE PRIYA
KISER TARE BENCE THÁKÁ
KISER LÁJE MANER MÁJHE
KISER LÁJE MANER MÁJHE
SMRITIR SAROJE SÁJIE RÁKHÁ
KISER TARE BENCE THÁKÁ
DIVÁ NISHI PATH CÁOA
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DIVÁ NISHI PATH CÁOA
AKÁRAŃE HÁRIE JÁOÁ
UDÁSI SURE GÁN GÁOÁ
MANER MADHU MANANE MÁKHÁ
KISER TARE BENCE THÁKÁ
BÁRE BÁRE GÁNTHÁ MÁLÁ
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BÁRE BÁRE GÁNTHÁ MÁLÁ
BHULE JÁOÁ BELA ABELÁ
SAHE JÁVÁ MARMA JVÁLÁ
JÁ RAHECHE ASHRU D́HÁKÁ
KISER TARE BENCE THÁKÁ
TUMI YADI NÁ ELE PRIYA
KISER TARE BENCE THÁKÁ
O Dear, if You do not come, what for should I survive? For whose shyness, within the mind
have I kept decorated the lotus of memory? Looking at the path day and night, getting lost
without any cause, singing the song in sad tune, smearing the mental honey in the mind.
Why? Threading the garland again and again, getting oblivious of the appropriate time
tolerating the burning core of the heart, which is covered with the tears. What for?