BÁNSHII TE KARECHE UTALÁ
NÁHI MÁNE BELÁ ABELÁ
BÁNSHII BÁJE PAINCAME DHARIYÁ ÁMÁRE NÁME
CHUT́I BHÚLE LÁJ EKELÁ
NÁHI MÁNE BELÁ ABELÁ
MANA NÁHI BASE KÁJE SADÁ SHUNI BÁNSHII BÁJE
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MANA NÁHI BASE KÁJE SADÁ SHUNI BÁNSHII BÁJE
SE SARVANÁSHÁ SURELÁ
NÁHI MÁNE BELÁ ABELÁ
BHÁVI KÁNE TULIBO NÁ ÁR SÁŔÁ DOBO NÁ
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BHÁVI KÁNE TULIBO NÁ ÁR SÁŔÁ DOBO NÁ
JATAI D́ÁKUK MORE SHUNEO SHUNIBO NÁ
NÁ SHUNIYÁ NÁHI PÁRI BHEVE PARE LÁJE MARI
TOMARÁ BOLO E KII JVÁLÁ
NÁHI MÁNE BELÁ ABELÁ
BÁNSHII TE KARECHE UTALÁ
NÁHI MÁNE BELÁ ABELÁ
The sound of Your flute has made me restless.
My mind cannot tell the difference between time and non-time.
The flute plays to the panchama melody, calling my name.
Without hesitating, I rush towards it.
My mind cannot concentrate on work,
I constantly hear the flute sing its dangerous melodies.
I am determined not to listen to it anymore.
No matter how much it calls, I will turn away.
But alas, I cannot help but to hear it.
And when I do, I become filled with remorse.
How shall I get rid of this bothersome sound?