PHÚLER VANE BHOMRÁ ELO
KENO BOLO GO KENO BOLO
KENO BOLO
SE PHÚL CHILO MANER VANE
SAORABHETE UCCHALO
KENO BOLO GO KENO BOLO
KENO BOLO
JHAŔ JHÁPT́Á TUŚÁR SHISHIR
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
JHAŔ JHÁPT́Á TUŚÁR SHISHIR
ÁGHÁT ESECHILO KUHELIR
SAḾGOPANE MOR MANANE
PRIITIR KALI BENCE CHILO
KENO BOLO GO KENO BOLO
KENO BOLO
BHOMORÁ ELO AKASMÁT
NÁ BOLE NÁ KAYE HAT́HÁT
PRÁŃER MADHU ACIN BANDHU
UJÁŔ KARE NIYE GELO
KENO BOLO GO KENO BOLO
KENO BOLO
PHÚLER VANE BHOMRÁ ELO
KENO BOLO GO KENO BOLO
KENO BOLO
The bee came into the floral garden.
Tell me why. Tell me why.
The flower was vibrant with fragrance
in the garden of my mind.
Though storms, strong winds, snow, dew and fog came,
the bud of love remained,
and survived secretly within my mind.
The bee appeared suddenly, in surprise,
without speaking nor announcing itself.
The unknown friend utterly snatched away all the honey within.