SAMMUKHE CHILE ÁRÁLE LUKOLE
TUMI KII ÁMÁKE GELE BHÚLE
E KII TAVA LIILÁ HIYÁ NIYE KHELÁ
KOMAL KENO KAT́HOR HOLE
TUMI KII ÁMÁKE GELE BHÚLE
KUSUM KORAKE MADHU RÚPE CHILE
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KUSUM KORAKE MADHU RÚPE CHILE
VAJRA HUTÁSHE DÁHAN HOYE GELE
ASHANI NIRGHOŚE MAMATÁ GELE BHESE
PARÁG PÁŚÁŃA HOYE GELE
TUMI KII ÁMÁKE GELE BHÚLE
JENE GECHI ÁMI TAVA PARICAYA
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JENE GECHI ÁMI TAVA PARICAYA
KAT́HOR HOYE THÁKÁ TOMÁR KÁJ NAY
PUNAH KOMAL HOYE HOBE MADHUMAYA
MARME HÁSIBE SURE TÁLE
TUMI KI ÁMÁKE GELE BHÚLE
SAMMUKHE CHILE ÁRÁLE LUKOLE
TUMI KII ÁMÁKE GELE BHÚLE
You were with me face to face
but turned around and hid Yourself.
Have You forgotten me?
What is this divine game with my heart?
Why did the soft 'You' become hard?
You were in the form of honey,
placidly residing in the core of the flower,
but became burning like lightning and thunder.
With the thunderous expression of dismay
and with a frightening roar,
Your affection vanished
and the pollen became stone.
I have known now Your introduction.
Your work is not pertaining to hardness.
You will become soft and sweetness-filled again.
Smile in the core of my heart with melody and rhythm.