ÁMI TOMÁY BHÁLOBÁSI
E KATHÁ BHOLO KENO
KENO BHOLO ÁSHÁR ÁLO
TUMI ÁMÁR EKHANO
E KATHÁ BHOLO KENO
NIDÁGH RÁTE BELÁ MÁLATII
TOMÁR KATHÁ SHONÁI NIITI
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NIDÁGH RÁTE BELÁ MÁLATII
TOMÁR KATHÁ SHONÁI NIITI
GÁY SE TOMÁR AMAR GIITI
MARAM MADHU MÁKHÁNO
E KATHÁ BHOLO KENO
ÁMÁY BHÚLE GECHO PRIYA
TABU ÁCHO MOR VARAŃIIYA
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ÁMÁY BHÚLE GECHO PRIYA
TABU ÁCHO MOR VARAŃIIYA
EAKT́U PRIITIR PARASH DIO
ÁLOR RÁGE RÁUNGÁNO
E KATHÁ BHOLO KENO
ÁMI TOMÁY BHÁLOBÁSI
E KATHÁ BHOLO KENO
O Lord, I love You, why do You forget this fact? Why do You forget that You are now the
ray of hope for me? During summer nights, bela’ and malatii flowers, always tell me
about You. They sing Your immortal songs, smearing honey in the core. O Dear, You have
forgotten me, yet You remain my revered. Just give me one touch of love, colouring me with
illumination.