D́EKECHI YUGE YUGE
TUMI SHONONI ÁMÁR KATHÁ
DÚRE CHILE SARE
BOJHONI ÁMÁR VYÁKULATÁ
TUMI SHONONI ÁMÁR KATHÁ
VAJRER HUTÁSHE D́EKECHI
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VAJRER HUTÁSHE D́EKECHI
MALAY VÁTÁSE GEYE GECHI
SÁGARER GARJANE MANE PRÁŃE
ÁHVÁN KARE GECHI VRITHÁ
TUMI SHONONI ÁMÁR KAOTHÁ
JVÁLÁMUKHIR UDGIIRAŃE
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JVÁLÁMUKHIR UDGIIRAŃE
MADHUPER MADHU GUINJARAŃE
JHAINJHÁR SAGHAN SVANANE
BOJHÁTE CEYECHI MOR VYATHÁ
TUMI SHONONI ÁMÁR KATHÁ
CIDÁKÁSHER PÁNE CEYE
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CIDÁKÁSHER PÁNE CEYE
MANER MÁLATI MÁLÁ NIYE
BHÁVETE CÁOÁKE CHÁPIYE
D́EKECHI BHEUNGECHO NIIRAVATÁ
TUMI SHONONI ÁMÁR KATHÁ
D́EKECHI YUGE YUGE
TUMI SHONONI ÁMÁR KATHÁ
I have been calling You age after age
but You never listened to me.
You remained distant and did not understand my restlessness.
Shouting with dismay,
I kept moving with the sandal breeze.
Roaring like an ocean with my heart and soul,
I invoked You in vain.
I tried to express to You my pain like volcanic eruptions,
in the sweet humming of the bees,
and in the intense noise of storms.
Looking towards the firmament of my mind with a garland of malati flowers,
suppressing my feelings,
I called You, breaking the silence.