ÁMÁR MÁLAINCE PHÚT́E CHILO
KATA PHÚL TÁ KI JÁNO NÁ
ÁTAPER TÁPE TÁRÁ JHARE JÁBE
TUMI KI CÁHIYÁ DEKHO NÁ
KATA PHÚL TÁKI JÁNO NÁ
ÁSHÁY ÁSHÁY DIN CALE GECHE
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ÁSHÁY ÁSHÁY DIN CALE GECHE
PHULER PÁPAŔI RAUNGA HÁRIYECHE
SURABHIO MADHU SHÚŃYE MISHECHE
TUMI KI BUJHITE PÁRO NÁ
KATA PHÚL TÁ KI JÁNO NÁ
SEI MADHUMÁS KABE JE ÁSIBE
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SEI MADHUMÁS KABE JE ÁSIBE
PHALE PHÚLE PUNAH PULAKE HÁSIBE
JYOTSNÁ NISHÁY NABHO NIILIMÁY
DHARÁ DEBE PRIITI CETANÁ
KATA PHÚL TÁ KI JÁNO NÁ
ÁMÁR MÁLAINCE PHÚT́E CHILO
KATA PHÚL TÁ KI JÁNO NÁ
Don't You know
how many flowers bloomed in my flower garden?
Do You want to see them withering away
due to the heat of sun rays?
With hope after hope,
the day passes.
The petals of flowers have lost their colours.
Fragrance and honey are lost in a vacuum.
Don't You understand that?
When will spring come
and let flowers and fruits again smile with joy?
When will the moonlit night be consumed
by the blues sky's loving consciousness?