TUMI, KENO DÚRE ÁCHO PRIYA MOR
DEKHECHI ÚŚÁTE ARUŃ ÁLOTE
PÁRE NI BÁNDHITE PHULA D́OR
KENO DÚRE ÁCHO PRIYA MOR
VARŃE VARŃE PHULA PHUT́E ÁCHE
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VARŃE VARŃE PHUL PHUT́E ÁCHE
TOMÁR PRAŃAYA MADHURIMÁ JÁCE
KŚAŃIKER TARE ESE KICHU KÁCHE
CALE GELE BHULE ÁNKHI LOR
KENO DÚRE ÁCHO PRIYA MOR
PASHCIME HELE RAKTIMÁBHÁY
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PASHCIME HELE RAKTIMÁBHÁY
MAN TAKHANAO DHARE RÁKHITE CÁY
DIGVALAYE TAMAH SANDHYÁY, LUKOLE
PÁT́HÁLE GHUM GHOR
KENO DÚRE ÁCHO PRIYA MOR
TUMI, KENO DÚRE ÁCHO PRIYA MOR
Why do You remain far away, my beloved?
I see You in the crimson dawn,
but I am unable to tie You with the floral thread.
Flowers have bloomed in various colours
and seek the sweetness of Your love.
Coming a bit close only for a moment,
You went away, ignoring the tears in my eyes.
A red tint drifted towards the west in the evening,
even so my mind wanted to keep You held.
You hid beyond the horizon in the darkness of the evening,
sending out an intense slumber.