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TUMI, KON SE SURE PRÁŃER VIIŃÁ
BÁJIYE
D́ÁK DIYE JÁO, D́ÁK DIYE JÁO

ÁKÁSHA VÁTÁS BHARIYE TOLE
CHANDE TÁLE
KENO BOLE DÁO
D́ÁK DIYE JÁO, D́ÁK DIYE JÁO

KABE THEKE SHURU D́ÁKÁR
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
KABE THEKE SHURU D́ÁKÁR
KEU JÁNE NÁ ITIKATHÁR
MUKUTÁ HÁR PHÚLER BÁHÁR
KEU CHILO NÁ JÁR PÁNE TÁKÁO
D́ÁK DIYE JÁO, D́ÁK DIYE JÁO

EMNI BHÁVE KENO D́ÁKO
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
EMNI BHÁVE KENO D́ÁKO
KICHUI BUJHATE PÁRI NÁKO
ASTHIRATÁY EKALÁ THÁKO
TÁI KI TUMI KHELÁR SÁTHI CÁO
D́ÁK DIYE JÁO, D́ÁK DIYE JÁO

TUMI, KON SE SURE PRÁŃER VIIŃÁ
BÁJIYE
D́ÁK DIYE JÁO, D́ÁK DIYE JÁO

Playing on the viina of my heart,
in which tune do You give Your call?

Why do You fill the sky and air with rhythm and beat?
Please tell me.

No one knows the history of the origin of Your call.
There were then neither pearl necklaces
nor beautiful flowers for You to look at.

I am unable to understand
why You keep calling me this way.
Surrounded by restlessness, You were alone.
That is why You wanted a playmate.