SVAPANE ELE ÁLO D́HELE
BUJHINI CALIYÁ JÁBE
SUKHER SHEŚE DUHKHA ÁSE
TÁ, JENEO KE BÁ KABE BHÁVE
BUJHINI CALIYÁ JÁBE
ESE CHILE NIIRAVA RÁTE
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ESE CHILE NIIRAVA RÁTE
ESE CHILE NIIRAVA RÁTE
ESE CHILE NIIRAVA RÁTE
SHIULI JHARÁ SHÁNTA PATHE
KANAK KETAN VIJAY RATHE
JÁNI NIKO KISE CÁHIBE
BHÁVINI MAN KÁŔIBE
BUJHINI CALIYÁ JÁBE
ÁMÁR KÁCHE BHÁVANÁTIITA
CHILO TOMÁR E ÁGAMAN
ÁMÁR BHÁVE BHÁŚÁTIITA
CHILO E ÁNANDA SVAPAN
CALE GELE ASHÁNTA MEGHE
HEMANTERI JHAT́IKÁVEGE
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HEMANTERI JHAT́IKÁVEGE
HEMANTERI JHAT́IKÁVEGE
HEMANTERI JHAT́IKÁVEGE
KOTHÁY GELE TÁRE PÁVE
JÁNI NI KON ANUBHAVE
LIILÁRI MADHUR BHÁVE
BUJHINI CALIYÁ JÁBE
You came flowing with effulgence.
Yet I did not understand You would leave.
As my pleasure receded, sorrow arose.
Who would have ever thought this to happen?
You came in the silent night,
on a quiet path on which the petals of jasmine had dropped,
riding the golden chariot of victory.
I did not know who were You looking for.
I imagined not You would snatch away my mind.
To me, this arrival of Yours was beyond imagination,
that blissful dream beyond language and thought.
As the autumn storm blew,
He went away like a restless cloud.
Where did He go?
How may I get Him?
I do not know what these feelings are,
emerging in the sweet ideation of this illusory play.