KÁNE KÁNE GÁNE GÁNE
BOLALE ÁSBO JENE REKHO
MANE REKHO ÁMÁY MANE REKHO
ELE NÁ MOR OGO CITA CORA
RAILO NÁ KATHÁ BHEVE DEKHO
EK BÁR TUMI BHEVE DEKHO
MANE REKHO ÁMÁY MANE REKHO
KÁNE KÁNE GÁNE GÁNE
BOLALE ÁSBO JENE REKHO
MANE REKHO ÁMÁY MANE REKHO
ARAŃYERI DÁVÁNALE SARASA TARU JEMAN JVALE
NIIRASA PÁŚAŃA KENDE PHELE
TÁR KATHÁ KI BHÁVO NÁKO
MANE REKHO ÁMÁY MANE REKHO
KÁNE KÁNE GÁNE GÁNE
BOLALE ÁSBO JENE REKHO
MANE REKHO ÁMÁY MANE REKHO
KON SE LOKE THEKE GECHO
MARMA VYATHÁY SAB BHÚLECHO
VISMARAŃER VIITHI PARE
KÁR PARÁŃERA CHAVI ÁNKO
MANE REKHO ÁMÁY MANE REKHO
KÁNE KÁNE GÁNE GÁNE
BOLALE ÁSBO JENE REKHO
MANE REKHO ÁMÁY MANE REKHO
Through songs,
whispering into my ears,
You told that I should take it for granted
that You would come,
that I should ever keep "Him" in mind.
You did not come
O, stealer of mind!
See, and just think,
Your words did not materialise.
The way in which green trees burn
in the forest fire,
the way dry stones cry,
do not You ever think of them?
In what world do You remain,
forgetting all my mental agony?
From across the lane of forgetfulness,
whose life are You drawing an image of?