KATHÁ DIYE GELE, KENO NÁHI ELE
GHAR SÁJÁNO MOR VRITHÁ HOLO
KISHALAYER BHÁRE, KUSUMERI HÁRE
SVÁGAT TORAŃA BHEUNGE GELO
GHAR SÁJÁNO MOR VRITHÁ HOLO
PHÚLER PARÁG KENDE BHESE JÁY
PHÚLER PARÁG
PHÚLER PARÁG KENDE BHESE JÁY
AMÁNISHÁTE BUJHE OT́HÁ DÁY
MANERI VEDANÁY ASHRU JHARAŃÁY
AJHORE JHARE CITA CAINCALO
GHAR SÁJÁNO MOR VRITHÁ HOLO
TABU ÁSIBE EI ÁSHÁYBENDHE BÚK?
SHUDHU E BHÁVANÁY BHÚLI JATA DUHKHA
E BHÁVANÁ DIYE KUÁSHÁ SARIYE
ARÚP SÁYARE MORE NIYE CALO
GHAR SÁJÁNO MOR VRITHÁ HOLO
KATHÁ DIYE GELE, KENO NÁHI ELE
GHAR SÁJÁNO MOR VRITHÁ HOLO
You went away, giving Your word You would return.
But why did You not come?
My decorating the house was in vain.
The decoration at the entry's gateway broke down
by the load of tender leaves in my garland.
The pollen of flowers float with lamentation.
Struggling with darkness has become a dread.
In mental agony, my mind is restless
and tears flow uncontrollably.
Still, the hope that You will come,
lies preserved in my heart.
Only with that feeling
I forget all sorrows.
Providing ideation,
removing mist,
into the formless ocean,
take me along.