ÁKÁSHERA TÁRÁ NAYANER TÁRÁ
UTSUKA HOYE ÁCHE CEYE
KAKHAN PHÚT́IYÁ UT́HIBE HE PRIYA
VISHVA BHUVAN PHELE CHEYE
UTSUKA HOYE ÁCHE CEYE
PAL GUŃE GUNE YUG CALE JÁY
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PAL GUŃE GUNE YUG CALE JÁY
SAB SPANDAN KENDE BHESE JÁY
ÁMÁR CASUDHÁ PELO NÁKO SUDHÁ
NIJEKE BOJHÁI KII SHUNIYE
UTSUK HOYE ÁCHE CEYE
BHÁLOBÁSI TOMÁKE TUMI JÁNO
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BHÁLOBÁSI TOMÁKE TUMI JÁNO
TOMÁKE NIYEI ÁCHI EO MÁNO
KENO KARE LIILÁ KARO AVAHELÁ
MAN KE BOJHO NÁ MAN DIYE
UTSUKA HOYE ÁCHE CEYE
ÁKÁSHERA TÁRÁ NAYANER TÁRÁ
UTSUK HOYE ÁCHE CEYE
The stars of the sky and the pupils of eyes,
are eager to see
when the uprising bloom,
O Beloved,
will take place,
and spread throughout the universe.
Counting the moments,
ages pass,
and all resonance decays in crying.
Our world did not get Your nectar.
What should I say to console myself?
You know that I love You.
You also accept that I survive for You.
Why then do You play Your illusive game?
Ignoring me,
You do not endeavour to understand my mind.