HESE BOLE CHILE ÁSIBE ÁBÁR
TÁRI BHAROSÁY PAL GUNI
ÁMI, TÁRI BHAROSÁYA PAL GUNI
DINE RÁTE SHUDHU KÁN PETE THÁKI
YADI TAVA PADADHVANI SHUNI
TÁRI BHAROSÁY PAL GUNI
ÁMI, TÁRI BHAROSÁY PAL GUNI
KORAKER MADHU SHUKÁIYÁ GECHE
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KORAKER MADHU SHUKÁIYÁ GECHE
PHULER PÁPŔI JHARIYÁ PAŔECHE
VYATHÁ NIŚIKTA ÁGHÁT KLIŚT́A
HRDAYE ÁSHÁR JÁL BUNI
TÁRI BHAROSÁY PAL GUNI
ÁMI, TÁRI BHAROSÁY PAL GUNI
MARMER BHÁŚÁ KENO BUJHILE NÁ
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MARMER BHÁŚÁ KENO BUJHILE NÁ
KATHÁ DIYE KENO KATHÁ RÁKHILE NÁ
GEYE TAVA JAY JE BÁ BENCE RAY
TÁRE KENO NÁHI NILE T́ÁNI
TÁRI BHAROSÁY PAL GUNI
ÁMI, TÁRI BHAROSÁY PAL GUNI
HESE BOLE CHILE ÁSIBE ÁBÁR
TÁRI BHAROSÁY PAL GUNI
ÁMI, TÁRI BHAROSÁY PAL GUNI
You smilingly told
that You would come next time.
With that hope,
I am counting time.
Day and night I wait to hear Your footsteps.
The honey in the pollen has dried up.
The petals of the flower have withered away.
Now, thoroughly drenched with pains
and afflicted with blows,
I weave a web of hope in my heart.
Why did not You understand the language of my inner core?
Why did not You keep Your word after giving it?
Those who survive sing Your victory.
Why do not You pull them towards You?