DOLÁ DIYE CHILE MANE SE DIN
SE DIN SE AJÁNÁ PATHIK
TÁR PAR GELO CALE MOR KATHÁ GELO BHULE
ÁR NÁ TÁKÁLO KŚAŃIK
KATA DIN ELO GELO PHOT́Á PHÚL SHUKÁILO
KATA TÁRÁ KHASE GELO KATA SMRITI HÁRÁILO
ÁR SE ELO NÁ E DIK
SE DIN SE AJÁNÁ PATHIK
TÁR KATHÁ ÁJO BOLE YUTHIKÁ BELÁ BAKULE
SVARŃIM UPAKULE SVAPNILA DEULE
MOR VYATHÁ SE BHULIE DIK
SE DIN SE AJÁNÁ PATHIK
DOLÁ DIYE CHILE MANE SE DIN
SE DIN SE AJÁNÁ PATHIK
That day, that Unknown traveler swung my mind. After that He went and forgot about me and
did not see even for a moment. How many days have passed, the bloomed flower dried up. How
many stars vanished, how many memories lost. And He did not come this side. About Him
even today the juhii, bela’ and bakul speak. On the golden side of the dreamy temple. My
pain He forgot.