KON, SAORA KAROJJVALA PRABHÁTE
TOMÁTE ÁMÁTE
DEKHÁ HOYE CHILO PÚRVÁCALE
HÁTE ÁMÁR CHILO PHÚLA HÁR
PARÁIYÁ DINU/CHINU? TÁHÁ TOMÁRI GALE
DEKHÁ HOYE CHILO PÚRVÁCALE
JAGATE TRITIIYA ÁR KEU CHILO NÁ
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JAGATE TRITIIYA ÁR KEU CHILO NÁ
CHILO NÁKO PRÁPTIR KONO EŚAŃÁ
TUMI ÁMI CHINU DUJANÁ
MORE DEKHE SMITA COKHE TUMI HÁSILE
DEKHÁ HOYE CHILO PÚRVÁCALE
BOLILE ÁSIBO ÁMI JABE CÁHIBE
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BOLILE ÁSIBE ÁMI JABE CÁHIBE
MANER GAHANE ABHILÁŚ JÁNÁBE
BÁHIRE NÁ DEKHE ANTARE TÁKÁBE
ETA BOLI NIIRAVE CALIYÁ GELE
DEKHÁ HOYE CHILO PÚRVÁCALE
KON, SAORA KAROJJVALA PRABHÁTE
TOMÁTE ÁMÁTE
DEKHÁ HOYE CHILO PÚRVÁCALE
On which morning,
brightened with sun rays,
did we meet in the eastern horizon?
In my hand was a floral garland to place around Your neck.
There was no third person in the world.
Neither was there any desire of achievement.
Only us two, You and I, were there.
Looking at me with smiling eyes, You laughed.
You told me,
”I shall come whenever you desire.
When an earnest will appears in the depth and core of your mind,
look inside.
Do not see the outside.”
Telling this much, You went away silently.