TUMI JAKHAN ESE CHILE
SÚRYA CHILO PÚRVÁKÁSHE
RAUNGIIN PHÚLE TANDRÁ BHÚLE
MADHUP KHUNJECHE NIRYÁSE
SÚRYA CHILO PÚRVÁKÁSHE
ÁMI TAKHAN EKLÁ BASE
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ÁMI TAKHAN EKLÁ BASE
GENTHECHI MÁLÁ ÁVESHE
KABARIITE NIYE BENDHE
TOMÁR PÁSHE ÁSÁR ÁSHE
SÚRYA CHILO PÚRVÁKÁSHE
KÁCHEO ELE NÁ DUPURE
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KÁCHEO ELE NÁ DUPURE
MLÁN HOYE PHÚL PAŔALO JHARE
SÁNJHER BELÁY RAUNGER KHELÁY
MÚK NAYANE RAINU BASE
SÚRYA CHILO PÚRVÁKÁSHE
TUMI JAKHAN ESE CHILE
SÚRYA CHILO PÚRVÁKÁSHE
When You came,
the sun was rising in the eastern sky.
The bee was actively searching nectar
on colourful flowers.
At that time, sitting all by myself,
I was engrossed in threading a garland,
with tied up locks of hair,
in the hope of Your coming close.
You did not come till midday.
The flowers had become dull and had dropped
and were withering away.
I kept sitting till evening,
speechlessly absorbed in a game of colours.