TOMÁY KE BOLE BHÁLO
BHÁLOBESE DÚRE THÁKO
DEKHONÁ ÁNKHIR JALO
TOMÁY KE BOLE BHÁLO
PRABHÁTE PÚRVÁKÁSHE CÁI
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PRABHÁTE PÚRVÁKÁSHE CÁI
RÚPER SÁYAR DEKHIÁ JÁI
DÚREI THÁKO KÁCHE NÁ PÁI
KÁR TARE E MÁDHURII D́HÁLO
TOMÁY KE BOLE BHÁLO
JYOTSNÁY VRITHÁI BHÁVI MANE
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JYOTSNÁY VRITHÁI BHÁVI MANE
KRPÁ HOLO ETA KŚAŃE
ELE BUJHI SMITÁNANE
JVÁLIÁ PRIITIRI ÁLO
TOMÁY KE BOLE BHÁLO
Who would call You good?
You love me from a distance only
and do not see the tears in my eyes.
Looking at the eastern sky in the morning,
I see an ocean of beauty.
You remain distant and I do not get You close.
What for do You pour such sweetness?
In the moonlight, I have been thinking in vain
about the grace that occurred that moment.
I understood how You came with a smiling face,
kindling the light of love.