JE GÁN ÁMÁR PHURIYE GECHE
TÁRI RESHE BENCE ÁCHI
JE SUR ANANTE BHESECHE
TÁ’TE METE NECE CALECHI
TÁRI RESHE BENCE ÁCHI
ÁLOR HOTE UTSÁRITA
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
ÁLOR HOTE UTSÁRITA
SE SUR CHILO OTAH PROTAH
HOY NIKO T́A DRŚT́IGATA
TABU TÁ RE SEDHE GECHI
TÁRI RESHE BENCE ÁCHI
CUPISÁ’RE MALAY VÁ’TE
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
CUPISÁ’RE MALAY VÁ’TE
RAUNGIIN RÁTER SVAPANETE
SHUNIYE GELO MOR SHRUTITE
SE SUR ÁCHE KÁCHÁKÁCHI
TÁRI RESHE BENCE ÁCHI
JE GÁN ÁMÁR PHURIYE GECHE
TÁRI RESHE BENCE ÁCHI
With the trace of the song that concluded
I keep myself alive.
In the frenzy of the melody
that floats towards infinity
I keep dancing.
I practised
individually and collectively present melodies
that emanated from effulgence.
Although I had not noticed them before
I had already been playing them.
Silently, through the sandal breeze
and the colourful dream of the night
they were whispered into my ears.
These melodies still linger on inside me.