SE JE ESECHE KÁCHE
NAYANER NINDA KEŔECHE
BHÁLOBESECHE NÁ BESECHE
MOR ÁMIRE NIYE NIYECHE
NAYANER NINDA KEŔECHE
PHULER SUVÁSETE ÁMI
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PHULER SUVÁSETE ÁMI
PÁI JE TÁR HIYÁR SURABHI
PÚVÁCALE VARŃA SHOBHÁY
BHESE ÁSE TÁR PURAVII
CARÁCARER GÁNE NÁCE
TÁRI PRIITI CHANDE RÁJE
SAKAL CÁOÁ PÁOÁR MÁJHE
SE SABÁRE JINICHE
NAYANER NINDA KEŔECHE
ÁMÁR MANE SAḾGOPANE
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
ÁMÁR MANE SAḾGOPANE
KENO I BÁ ÁSE ÁJ? KE JÁNE
NÁ CÁHITEO SADÁ BHÁSE
KONO MÁNÁI NÁHI MÁNE
PHÁGUN MÁSER RAUNGER DOLÁY
UTSÁRITA UTALÁ VÁYA
SE ÁMÁY BHARE TULECHO
NAYANER NINDA KEŔECHE
SE JE ESECHE KÁCHE
NAYANER NINDA KEŔECHE
He came close and snatched away the sleep from my eyes.
Whether it was due to love or not,
that He stole my “I” feeling?
In the fragrance of flowers,
I find the fragrance of His heart.
From the colourful beauty of the eastern horizon,
His particular Puravii tune comes floating.
In all the songs and dances of the world,
His love and rhythm is established.
In all desires and achievements,
He reigns supreme.
Into my mind,
why did He secretly come today,
who knows?
Even if unwilling, He constantly floats,
without resistance by whatever obstruction,
swinging in the colours of the spring month,
emanating through the frenzied wind.