ÁMÁR DIKE DÚR NIMEŚE
CEYE KOTHÁY CALE GELE
ÁNKHIRO BHÁŚÁ PRIITIRO ÁSHÁ
BUJHITE MOR NÁ PÁRILE
CEYE KOTHÁY CALE GELE
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CEYE KOTHÁY CALE GELE
ÁMI BHÚLITE PÁRINI
SE HÁSI MADHU CÁHONI
MANER KOŃE SANGAOPANE
CIDÁSANE RANGA LÁGÁLE
CEYE KOTHÁY CALE GELE
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CEYE KOTHÁY CALE GELE
ÁJO ÁNKÁ ÁCHE CHAVI
SE PARIVESHE MÚRTA SABI
TÚLIR REKHÁY ANULEKHÁY
REKHE GELE CHANDE TÁLE
CEYE KOTHÁY CALE GELE
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CEYE KOTHÁY CALE GELE
From my company,
within a moment,
He went away to an unknown world.
He could not understand the language of my eyes
nor the hope of my love.
I cannot forget that sweet smile and glance,
as He applied colour to the recess of my mind,
secretly, on my mental seat.
Even today that figure remains imprinted in me
and everything materialises into that surrounding.
He went away sketching with His brush.
He left with rhythm and beats.