HESE HESE, PARII ESE
NIYE GELO PÁRUL PHÚL
COKHER JALE, GALE GALE
SHISHIR DOLE DODUL DÚL
NIYE GELO PÁRUL PHÚL
MAENÁ DEKHE KAYE NÁ KATHÁ
SAY NÁ JE TÁR EMAN VYATHÁ
GAYANÁ PARÁ SAYE NÁ MAYUR
BOLE DEKHI NI HOLO BHÚL
NIYE GELO PÁRUL PHÚL
GALÁY KÁNT́I TIYÁ BOLE
CANDANÁ KE CHOLÁR JALE
NÁI JE KÁKÁTUÁR DÁNŔE
TAKÁI NI KOTHÁY PÁRUL
NIYE GELO PÁRUL PHÚL
HESE HESE, PARII ESE
NIYE GELO PÁRUL PHÚL
COKHER JALE, GALE GALE
SHISHIR DOLE DODUL DÚL
NIYE GELO PÁRUL PHÚL
The fairy came smilingly
and took away the parul flower.
Dewdrops melted into tears,
swinging to and fro.
The myna bird witnesses this
but does not speak,
as it cannot tolerate such agony.
The grown up peacock,
wearing ornaments,
says that it has made a mistake
by not observing.
Nailed in the throat,
the parrot speaks to candana
in the water-soaking gram.
The bathed kakatua stands
and wonders where is parul.
It is not seen anymore.