PHÚL VANE ÁSE ALI KII KATHÁ KAYE PHÚLER KÁNE
PHÚL VANE ÁSE ALI
MANOVANE TUMI ALI KAY JE KATHÁ GÁNE GÁNE
KII KATHÁ KAYE PHÚLER KÁNE
PHÚL VANE ÁSE ALI
LUKÁYE THÁKITE CÁI LUKÁTE NÁHI JE PÁI
ABHRA PARE ADRI SHIRE ÁCHO GABHIIRE GAHANE
KII KATHÁ KAYE PHÚLER KÁNE
PHÚL VANE ÁSE ALI
JE KATHÁ KAHITE CÁI KAHITE BHAROSÁ NÁ PÁI
MARMA KATHÁ GOPAN VYATHÁ
BHÁSE TOMÁR SURE TÁLE
PHÚL VANE ÁSE ALI
KII KATHÁ KAYE PHÚLER KÁNE
PHÚL VANE ÁSE ALI
Entering the floral garden,
what does the bee whisper into the ears of the flowers?
Into my mental garden, as bee,
You speak through songs.
I want to hide
but cannot do so.
I observe You on the mountaintop,
in the sky
and in dense depths.
Whatever I try to say,
lacks of confidence.
The agony of my heart's core,
its hidden pain,
floats on in Your rhythm and melody.