SE PRIYA YADI NÁ ELO
E PRIYA YADI NÁ ELO
SE PRIYA YADI NÁ ELO
KENO VRITHÁ MANE RÁKHÁ
KENO KUSUM SEJ RACANÁ
PATH PÁNE CEYE THÁKÁ
KENO VRITHÁ MANE RÁKHÁ
SHISHIRE GÁHAN KARI
SHISHIRE GÁHAN KARI
SHISHIRE GÁHAN KARI
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SHISHIRE GÁHAN KARI
SHEFÁLI SUVÁSE BHARI
SÁDÁ MEGHER BHELÁY CAŔI
KENOI BÁ SHARATE D́ÁKÁ
KENO VRITHÁ MANE RÁKHÁ
KENO BHÁVÁ MADHUR SMRITI
KENO BHÁVÁ MADHUR SMRITI
KENO BHÁVÁ MADHUR SMRITI
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KENO BHÁVÁ MADHUR SMRITI
KENO SÁDHÁ PRIITI GIITI
KENOI BÁ KARÁ VINATI
TÁR TARE JE RÁKHE EKÁ
KENO VRITHÁ MANE RÁKHÁ
SE PRIYA YADI NÁ ELO
KENO VRITHÁ MANE RÁKHÁ
KENO KUSUM SEJ RACANÁ
If that beloved one won’t come,
why did I keep Him in my mind?
Why did I create a floral seat for Him?
I keep waiting, looking at the path of His arrival.
Placing the dew-dipped and fragrance-filled shefali flowers
on the boat of white clouds,
what use is there in calling Him during the winter?
Why did I nourish His sweet memory?
Why did I rehearse His love song?
Why did I pray to Him who has kept me alone?