D́EKE CHILUM ASHRU NIIRE
TABU PRIYA CÁONIKO PHIRE
BHÁVA JAGATER MADHYAMAŃI
RAYE GELE BAHU DÚRE
TABU PRIYA CÁONIKO PHIRE
TOMÁR ÁMÁR E PRIITIR HÁR
KEU JÁNENÁ ITIKATHÁR
HÁSI KÁNNÁR CÚNII PÁNNÁR
ÁSHÁ NIRÁSHÁR GÁNTHÁ D́ORE
TABU PRIYA CÁONIKO PHIRE
CEYE DEKHI HAT́HÁT E KII
NAIKO ÁMI KABHU EKÁKII
BHÁVA JAGATE NEIKO PHÁNKI
RANDHRE RANDHRE ÁCHO BHARE
TABU PRIYA CÁONIKO PHIRE
D́EKE CHILUM ASHRU NIIRE
TABU PRIYA CÁONIKO PHIRE
I have been calling You with tearful eyes,
O beloved,
yet You did not look at me.
You remained far away
as the central gem in the nucleus of the world of ideation.
Nobody knows the history
of this garland of love between You and me.
It has been threaded in the twine of hope and despair,
picking up emeralds of smiles and cries.
What I now have come to observe is that
I am never alone.
In the world of ideation there is no deception,
as You pervade each pore.