YADI ELE, KENO TABE
CALE GELE, GELE
ÁSÁ JÁVÁR EI NIYAM KENO
KII KŚATI E NIYAM BHÁUNGILE
KENOI BÁ DIN ÁSE KENO I BÁ CALE JÁY
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KENOI BÁ DIN ÁSE KENO I BÁ CALE JÁY
RÁTER ÁNDHÁRE MUKH KENOI BÁ LUKÁY
SHYÁMAL SHAŚPA BHUMI SABUJ VANA CHÁYE
GAERIKE KENO D́HEKE DILE
JE KAKHANO ÁSE NI KO KENO I BÁ ÁSE
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JE KAKHANO ÁSE NI KO KENO I BÁ ÁSE
MALIN MUKHÁRA VINDU KENO HÁSE
VARŚÁ BÁDAL SHEŚE SÁDÁ BHELÁ KENO BHÁSE
E KATHÁ ESE DÁO BOLE
O Lord, if You have come, why did You go away? Why this coming and going is the law, what
is harm if this rule is broken? Why the day comes and why it passes off, hiding its face
in the darkness of night? The green grass spreads in the open land of garden, why do You
cover that with dull colour? He who never comes, why does He come, why the dull dewdrop
smiles with shine? At the end of rain clouds, why white clouds float? All this You come
and tell me.