ÁSIBE NÁ TUMI YADI
KENO TABE PATH PÁNE CÁOÁ
HÁSITE BHÚLE GECHO YADI
KENO DIVÁNISHI D́EKE JÁOÁ
KENO TABE PATH PÁNE CÁOÁ
DAKHINÁ PAVAN BAYE JÁY
D́ÁKILE SE SÁŔÁ NÁHI DEY
PRIITI JÁNE RIITI BHÚLE JÁY
KENO TÁR TARE GÁNA GÁOÁ
KENO TABE PATH PÁNE CÁOÁ
BHRAMARÁ KÁNE KÁNE KAY
PRIITI DEY PRIITI NÁHINEY
TÁR SÁTHE JÁR PARICAY
SE BOLE ALUNGHYA SE MÁYÁ
KENO TABE PATH PÁNE CÁOÁ
ÁSIBE NÁ TUMI YADI
KENO TABE PATH PÁNE CÁOÁ
If You will not come,
why then should I look onto the path?
If You have forgotten how to smile,
why then call You day and night?
The southern wind keeps blowing,
and does not respond to my call.
He knows love,
and ignores formal expressions.
Why then sing songs for Him?
The honeybee whispers into my ears,
"Offer love but do not accept it."
The one with whom the acquaintance takes place
says that the divine play will never cease.