595 (10/06/1983) D


MADHUR SVAPANE MRIDUL CARAŃE
TUMI ESECHILE MOR MANE
NAYAN BHARIYÁ PUŚPITA NAVA KETANE
TUMI ESECHILE MOR MANE

TAKHAN PHULERÁ D́ELECHE PARÁGER SUDHÁ
VIHAGII GEYECHE GÁN SURE SÁDHÁ
VIRAHII CHÁŔIYÁ PATH DHARÁ BÁNDHÁ
NECE CHÚT́E GECHE TAVA PÁNE
TUMI ESECHILE MOR MANE

MALAY PAVANE MADIR SMARAŃE
DIKBHÁSÁ RÁGE MADHU RAINJANE
TANDRÁ JHARIYÁ PÁSHARIÁ PRÁŃE
NÚPUR CHANDE NIKKANE
TUMI ESECHILE MOR MANE
MOR PIK KALATÁNE KÁNANE
TUMI ESECHILE MOR MANE







You came into my mind in a sweet dream.
Into my new floral home
You came with soft footsteps,
and filled my eyes.

At that time,
the flowers were pouring nectar from their pollen,
while birds were singing their melodious songs.

Those who had been separated from their lover
rushed out and in dance moved towards You.

You came into my mind
with sandal breeze.
You came with a sweet memory,
and glittering directions.

With an enchanting colouration,
You bypassed and eliminated sleepiness.

You came into my garden
with the rhythm of jingling ankle bells,
resonating to the sound of the cuckoo.