462 (25/04/1983) D

ÁMI, CÁRI DIKE DEKHI NOTUN HAOÁ
NOTUN RAUNGE NOTUN PARASH PÁOÁ
O SE ESECHE KII ÁSE NÁI GO
TORÁ BOLE DE BOLEDE BOLEDE GO

VANE PÁHÁŔE ÁJ PHÚLER MELÁ
NÁCATE GIYE GELO GAŔIYE BELÁ
ÁJ, GHAR KE JETE MAN CÁY NÁ JE GO
KE SE BÁJIKAR ESECHE, ESECHEGO
TORÁ BOLE DE BOLEDE BOLEDE GO

ÁMI, KADAM PHÚLE KHOMPÁ BENDHECHI GO
KALAKE PHÚLER DÚL DÚLIECHI GO
TÁKE SAUNGE NIYEI ÁJ GHAR KE JÁBO
TÁR ÁGE JÁBO NÁ JÁBO NÁ JÁBO NÁ GO
TORÁ BOLE DE BOLEDE BOLEDE GO

All around me
I feel
a fresh new breeze,
a new atmosphere
decorated with new colour,
enlivened with new touch
tinged with new red hue.

Tell me, O tell me please,
has my Lord surely come or not?

On the hills,
in the glades,
a festival of flowers.

My time passes in ecstatic joyous dance.
My mind refuses to return home.

I wonder
who is this magician who has appeared.

I have tied my hair bun with woodapple
and swing earrings of fresh kalkey blooms.

With Him alone I'll go home today.
Without Him I'll not return.