ÁMI TOMÁY JÁNI
E KATHÁ BOLITE PÁRIBONÁ
NÁ NÁ NÁ
E KATHÁ BOLITE PÁRIBONÁ
CENÁ HOYEO TUMI AJÁNÁ GO
AJÁNÁ RÁGETE BÁJÁO VIIŃÁ
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E KATHÁ BOLITE PÁRIBONÁ
DIIGHIR JALE JABE KAMAL PHOT́E
CÁNDER ÁLO JAKHAN DHÚLOY LOT́E
JÁGARAŃE JÁY NIDRÁ T́ÚT́E
TOMÁR SE MÁDHURII BHÚLIBONÁ
NÁ NÁ NÁ
E KATHÁ BOLITE PÁRIBONÁ
TUMI ÁŔÁLE THEKEO SAB KICHU JE
GOPAN THEKE MOHAN BÁNSHII BÁJE
EKÁ TUMI ÁCHO ANEK SÁJE
ANEK NÁME RÚPE CHANDE NÁNÁ
NÁ NÁ NÁ
E KATHÁ BOLITE PÁRIBONÁ
I know You.
Yet, this fact I am unable to utter.
Although You are acquainted,
You are unknown.
You play the lyre to unknown melodies.
When the lotus blooms in the water of the pond,
when moonlight spreads on particles of dust,
and sleep becomes interrupted by awakening,
I do not forget that sweetness of Yours.
Although You remain hidden
You are in everything.
Your enchanting flute
resounds from secret places.
In uncountable costumes,
names, forms and rhythms
You are unique.