KENO JE ELE KENO BÁ GELE
ÁSÁ JÁOÁ SHUDHU KAŚT́A KARE GELE
TOMÁR TARE ÁMÁR GHARE
PHÚL SÁJE SÁJÁNO ÁSAN CHILO, NÁ TÁKÁLE
KENO JE ELE KENO BÁ GELE
MÁNAS KUSUM CAYAN KARE
MÁLÁ GENTHECHINU PRIITI UPÁCÁRE
MÁLÁ SHUKÁLO PHÚL JHARILO
TOMÁRE PARÁVÁR SAMAY NÁHI DILE
KENO JE ELE KENO BÁ GELE
JÁNI NÁ BHÁLOBÁSO KI NÁ BÁSO MORE
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JÁNI NÁ BHÁLOBÁSO KI NÁ BÁSO MORE
SHUDHU JÁNI ÁMI BHÁLOBÁSI TOMÁRE
HOYETO BHÁVANÁY KONO TRUT́I THEKE JÁY
MAN TÁI BHESE JÁY VYARTHA ÁNKHI JALE
KENO JE ELE KENO BÁ GELE
Why did You come?
Why did You go away?
Undergoing all the trouble of only coming and going?
For You, in my house,
a seat had been kept ready with floral decoration
but You did not even look at it.
Picking up mental flowers,
I had threaded a garland as ritual of love.
The garland has dried up.
Its flowers have withered away.
You did not give me time to place it around Your neck.
I do not know whether or not You love me.
I only know that I love You.
Perhaps in my thinking there was some lapse or mistake.
Maybe that is why my mind now vainly floats in tears.