TOMÁRE KHUNJIYÁ DIVAS KET́ECHE
TOMÁRE KHUNJIYÁ DIVAS KET́ECHE
TOMÁRE KHUNJIYÁ DIVAS KET́ECHE
VIBHÁVARII GECHE KÁNDI
KORAKER MADHU SHUKÁIYÁ DILE
NAYANE BAHÁLE NIIRADHI
VIBHÁVARII GECHE KÁNDI
KRPÁLU DAYÁLU SHUNI KATA KATHÁ
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KRPÁLU DAYÁLU SHUNI KATA KATHÁ
ÁMÁR BELÁY DEKHI ANYATHÁ
NÁHI ELE KÁCHE NÁ BUJHILE VYATHÁ
KII D́ORE TOMÁRE BÁNDHI
VIBHÁVARII GECHE KÁNDI
NIIP NIKUNJE BÁJÁLE NÁ BÁNSHII
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NIIP NIKUNJE BÁJÁLE NÁ BÁNSHII
RAIJITÁDHARE JÁGÁLE NÁ HÁSI
MÁDHAVII VITÁNE BOLILE NÁ ÁSI
TUMI MOR NIRAVADHI
VIBHÁVARII GECHE KÁNDI
TOMÁRE KHUNJIYÁ DIVAS KET́ECHE
VIBHÁVARII GECHE KÁNDI
O Lord, looking for You, my day passes and night goes crying. You have dried up the honey
in the pollen and flowed stream of tears from the eyes. I have heard much that You are
Kind and Graceful, but at my time, why do I see otherwise? You did not come close, did not
understand my pain, with what twine, should I tie You? You did not play flute in the
niipbush, did not awaken smile on the coloured lips. Did not come and spoke in the
ma’dhavii arbor, O my eternal being.