1667 (08/08/1984) D


BÁHIRE BAHICHE JHAŔA
SE JAKHAN ELO
PÚŚPA PARASH PRÁŃE JE PASHIYÁ CHILO
BÁHIRE BAHICHE JHAŔA

SE JAKHAN ELO
PÚŚPA PARASH PRÁŃE JE PASHIYÁ CHILO
CINITE NÁRINU TÁRE
KENO SE EMAN KARE
ÁMÁRE TÁHÁR ÁPANÁR KARE NILO
BÁHIRE BAHICHE JHAŔA

JHAINJHÁVÁTYÁ UDDÁM VEGE DHÁY
JHAT́IKÁR RÁGE ASHANI JHALAKE JÁY
KAHILO SE MOR KÁNE
NIRBHAYA BHARÁ GÁNE
KANT́HE TÁHÁR MADHURIMÁ MÁKHÁ CHILO
BÁHIRE BAHICHE JHAŔ

JHAŔA THEME GECHE MADHUR MALAY VÁYA
ÁJO SEI SMRITI SADÁ MANE JEGE RAYA
GECHE SE SUDÚR DESHE
PRIYA PRATIBHÚR VESHE
MARMERA VÁŃII SAUNGE SE NIYE GELO
BÁHIRE BAHICHE JHAŔ

SE JAKHAN ELO
PÚŚPA PARASH PRÁŃE JE PASHIYÁ CHILO
BÁHIRE BAHICHE JHAŔ







When He came,
stormy winds were blowing outside.

With a floral touch,
He entered my heart.

I did not recognise Him,
and did not realise
how He made me His own.

Cyclonic winds were blowing with tremendous speed.
Lightning appeared amidst stormy roars.

Arousing the song of fearlessness,
He whispered into my ears:
"In Your throat, sweetness lies absorbed."

The storm stopped
and a sweet sandal breeze came.

Even today that sweet memory remains ever shining.

He went far away,
wearing as adornment the symbol of my love,
and taking away with Him,
my internal voice.