TUMI, KABHU KÁNDÁO KABHU HÁSÁO
KI CÁO BUJHITE PÁRI NÁI
KABHU TÁKÁO KABHU BHULE JÁO
LIILÁ BHEVE MÚKA HOE JÁI
KI CÁO BUJHITE PÁRI NÁI
NIDÁGHER SNIGDHA BELÁ MÁLIKÁ
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NIDÁGHER SNIGDHA BELÁ MÁLIKÁ
VARASÁRI RASE SIKTA JUTHIKÁ
SHARAT SÁNJHE SMITA SHEFÁLIKÁ
KENO ÁNO UTTAR NÁHI PÁI
KI CÁO BUJHITE PÁRI NÁI
HEMANTERI MLÁNA SUŚAMÁY
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HEMANTERI MLÁNA SUŚAMÁY
SHIITER SHÁŃITA KAMPRA JAŔATÁY
VASANTERI PUŚPA SHOBHÁY
KI JE BOLE JÁO? SHUDHU BHÁVI TÁI?
KI CÁO BUJHITE PÁRI NÁI
TUMI, KABHU KÁNDÁO KABHU HÁSÁO
KI CÁO BUJHITE PÁRI NÁI
Sometimes You make me cry
and sometimes You make me smile.
I am unable to understand what You want.
Sometimes You look at me
and sometimes, You ignore me.
Thinking of Your illusive play,
I become speechless.
You bring the soft bela flower during sunshine,
the moistened yuthika flower with the rain,
the smiling shefali flower in the pre-winter evening.
What for? I do not find an answer.
The dull post winter beauty,
the piercing and shivering cold during winter,
the floral beauty of spring,
through all these, what do You wish to express?
I wonder.