ÁMI GÁN GEYE GEYE CALE JÁI
JÁNI NÁ SHONO KI NÁ SHONO
TUMI, JÁNI NÁ SHONO KI NÁ SHONO
MANER GAHANE JÁHÁ KICHU ÁCHE
CEPE RÁKHI NÁKO KONO
TUMI, JÁNI NÁ SHONO KI NÁ SHONO
KATA BHÁVA MOR KALI THEKE JÁY
PHÚL HOYE PHÚT́ITE NÁHI PÁY
ESE KATA SUR BHESE JÁY DÚR
JÁNINÁ JÁNO KI NÁ JÁNO
TUMI, JÁNI NÁ SHONO KI NÁ SHONO
TABU BUJHI PRIYA BHÁVA O BHÁŚAY
DUSTAR VYAVADHÁN THEKE JÁY
SAB BHÁVE ÁNÁ NÁ JÁY BHÁŚAY
JÁNI NÁ MÁNO KI NÁ MÁNO
TUMI, JÁNI NÁ SHONO KI NÁ SHONO
ÁMI GÁN GEYE GEYE CALE JÁI
JÁNI NÁ SHONO KI NÁ SHONO
I keep singing my song,
not knowing whether You listen to it or not.
Whatever was in the depth of my mind,
I have expressed without suppressing anything.
Yet in whatever state my mental bud remains,
it is unable to bloom as a flower.
Many melodies come and float away far.
I do not know whether or not You are aware of it.
Still I understand, O loved One,
that there remains a difficult obstruction
between feeling and language.
All feelings cannot be brought within the frame of language.
I do not know whether or not You accept this.