TOMÁY KHUNJE
TOMÁY KHUNJE
TOMÁY KHUNJE KHUNJE ÁMÁR DIN JE GELO
TUMI ELE NÁ
TUMI ELE NÁ DEKHÁ DILE NÁ
JIIVANE MOR SANDHYÁ ELO
ÁMÁR DIN JE GELO
BHORE KHUNJECHI
BHORE KHUNJECHI
BHORE KHUNJECHI PÁKHIR D́ÁKE
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
BHORE KHUNJECHI PÁKHIR D́ÁKE
RAUNGE RÁUNGÁ PÚRVA DIKE
KÁCHE ÁSONI
KÁCHE ÁSONI KATHÁ BOLONI
SHUNYA CHILO UDAYÁCALAO
ÁMÁR DIN JE GELO
SÁNJHE KHUNJECHI
SÁNJHE KHUNJECHI
SÁNJHE KHUNJECHI CANDRÁLOKE
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
SÁNJHE KHUNJECHI CANDRÁLOKE
KÁLO MEGHER PHÁNKE PHÁNKE
DEKHÁ HOYENI
DEKHÁ HOYENI SÁRÁ MELENI
LUKIYE THEKE LÁBHA KI BOLO
ÁMÁR DIN JE GELO
TOMÁY KHUNJE KHUNJE ÁMÁR DIN JE GELO
O Lord, searching You, my day has passed, but You did not come. You did not come, did not
appear, the evening of my life has come. I search You in the chirping of birds in the
morning, in the colourful east direction. But You did not come. You did not come, did not
speak, the eastern horizon was also vacant. I searched You in the evening, in the
moonlight, through the gaps of dark clouds, but I did not see You. I did not see You, did
not get Your response, what is the use of Your hiding, tell me.