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DÚRE THÁKÁ BANDHU ÁMÁR
BHULE KI GECHO TUMI ÁMÁRE
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HÁRIYE JÁOÁ HIYÁ ÁMÁR
AVIRATA KHONJE KÁHÁRE,
BHULE KI GECHO TUMI ÁMÁRE
PHÚL BÁGICÁY BULBULI NÁHI ÁSE
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PHÚLA BÁGICÁY BULBULI NÁHI ÁSE
PHÚLA MÁLIKÁY MADHUP JE NÁHI BASE
TABE ÁMI BASE ÁCHI KISERI JE ÁSHE
TUMI D́ÁKO KÁRE JHAINKÁRE
BHULE KI GECHO TUMI ÁMÁRE
DÚRE THÁKÁ BANDHU ÁMÁR
KARMA VYASTA TUMI THÁKO DINE RÁTE
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KARMA VYASTA TUMI THÁKO DINE RÁTE
SATATA METE THÁKO KÁJERI NESHÁTE
KÁJERI MÁJHE TAVA BHÁLOBÁSÁ PETE
KÁJERI MÁJHE KHUNJI TOMÁRE
BHULE KI GECHO TUMI ÁMÁRE
O my distant friend,
have You forgotten me?
Whom is my lost heart continuously searching?
The bulbul bird does not come
in the floral garden anymore.
The bee does not sit on the floral garland.
And yet, I remain seated, with unknown hopes.
Who is it You call with tinkling sounds?
In action You remain busy day and night,
ever engrossed in the intoxication of work.
Amidst action only I find Your love
and in it, my search for You is maintained.