TOMÁY BHEVE ÁMÁR DIN KET́ECHE
TOMÁY BHEVE ÁMÁR DIN KET́ECHE
TUMI, TUMI, TUMI, TUMI
CÁO NÁKI ÁMÁRE KÁCHE
BHORE JABE DEKHI ÁLO
TOMÁRE LÁGE JE BHÁLO
RÁUNGÁ RAVI BOLE
TOMÁR TULANÁ NÁ ÁCHE
TOMÁY BHEVE ÁMÁR DIN KET́ECHE
MÁRTAŃD́ER KHAR DYUTITE
MAN CÁY KARUŃÁ PETE
ÁNKHI NIRE HÁHÁKÁRE
UPALAKAO KATA BOLECHE
TOMÁY BHEVE ÁMÁR DIN KET́ECHE
PRADOŚER TARÁ RÁ JÁNÁY
SE PRIYA DURE NÁHI HÁY
YUGE YUGE GHUME JEGE
DÚRER GIITI SE SHUNIYECHE
TOMÁY BHEVE ÁMÁR DIN KET́ECHE
O Lord, thinking of You my days are passing. You do not look towards me. When I see light
in the morning, which You like, the coloured sun speaks that there is no comparison of
Yours. In the intense heat of the sun, the wants to get mercy, lamenting with tearful
eyes, how much it speaks unblinking? The evening stars explain that the Dear is not far.
Sleeping and awake for eras after eras, He listens to the distant sound.