KÁLER HAOÁY PHÚL JHARE
JÁY MAN BHENGE JÁY VIŚÁDE
BOLO GO BOLO GO KENO E VIDHÁN
DHARÁ RACIÁCHO KII SÁDHE
BHEVECHO KI MANE DUHKHER ÁGUNE
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KÁLER HAOÁY PHÚL JHARE
JÁY MAN BHENGE JÁY VIŚÁDE
BOLO GO BOLO GO KENO E VIDHÁN
DHARÁ RACIÁCHO KII SÁDHE
DUHKHE SARIYE NEVÁ SUKHE BHARIYE DEOÁ
E KÁJ KARITE KI BOLO BÁDHE
KÁLER HAOÁY PHÚL JHARE
JÁY MAN BHENGE JÁY VIŚÁDE
Flowers wither with the winds of time.
Mind gets despondent.
Tell me, Lord, why this kind of dispensation?
Why did You create this world?
Do You believe the afflicted dance
while crying in the scorching heat
of excruciating pain?
Do You think they long to survive while dying a living death?
I cannot comprehend why the multitudes still depend on You.
Is is so difficult for You, Lord,
to remove their sorrows
and fill their hearts with joy?