NAYANE CHILO KÁJAL
YÁTANÁRI JALA, DHÚYE TÁ DILO
KE DILO MANE VYATHÁ
KAO SE KATHÁ
KENO SE KÁNDÁLO
DHÚYE TÁ DILO
THÁKE SE KOTHÁY BOLO
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
THÁKE SE KOTHÁY BOLO
TOMÁRE KARE VIKALA
ÁNKHI TÁI CHALA CHALA
SE MANER KATHÁ NÁ SHUŃILO
DHÚYE TÁ DILO
SE PRIYA ETO KI NIT́HUR
TOMÁRE KARECHE VIDHUR
TABE KENO HÁSE MADHUR
YADI NÁ ?MARMA BUJHILO
DHÚYE TÁ DILO
NAYANE CHILO KÁJAL
YÁTANÁRI JALA, DHÚYE TÁ DILO
My eyes were decorated with dark markings.
They were washed with the tears from tortures.
Who gave you such agony? Tell me.
Why did He make you cry?
Tell me where is He?
He who made you destitute
by not listening to your mental agony
and bringing tears to your eyes?
That beloved is so merciless,
having afflicted you so much.
But why does He smile so sweetly,
if He understands not the reality of the heart?