OGO SÁMANE CALÁ PATHIK
BÁREK CÁO PHIRE
CÁO PHIRE,
BÁREK CÁO PHIRE
TOMÁR SAUNGE PARICAYA
NEI TABU D́ÁKI ÁNKHIR NIIRE
BÁREK CÁO PHIRE
HÁRÁYE GIYECHE
HÁRÁYE GIYECHE ÁMÁR SARITÁ
MARUR BÁLIR MÁJHE
BÚK BHENGE JÁY DÁRUŃA VYATHÁY
MAN CHOT́E TÁRI KHOJE
SE DÁRUŃA VYATHÁ MARMERA
KATHÁ JÁGE MANE BÁRE BÁRE
BÁREK CÁO PHIRE
HÁRÁYE GIYECHE
MANERA KUSUM
VANER KÁNT́ÁR MÁJHE
MOHERI KÁJAL PARÁTE NAYANE
KHUNJE MARI KÁLO SÁNJHE
HÁRÁNORA VYATHÁ KÁNT́ÁR
YÁTANÁ MAN KII BHÚLITE PÁRE
BÁREK CÁO PHIRE
O traveler
walking yonder,
look at me.
I know You not
yet I call You with my tears.
The stream of my life
has dried
in desert sands.
My heart is broken.
O unbearable pain!
I run in search of my Lord.
The pitiful cries of my pining heart
torment me
again and again.
The blossoms of my mind
lie torn
entangled in thorns,
and I search for eyes in the dark night
to mark with delusion's line.
Can You forget,
O mind,
the thorns' piercing pain
and the agonies of loss.