BHÁLOBESECHI ÁMI TOMÁY
JAD́ATÁR JATA ÁHVÁN
JATA NESHÁ JATA T́ÁN
JÁNI TÁ ÁMÁR TARE NAY
BHÁLOBESECHI ÁMI TOMÁY
JATA PHUL ÁJ PHUT́ECHE
KÁLA SE JHARIÁ GECHE
JE MÁLÁ RAUNGE HESECHE
KÁLA SE DHULÁY HOBE LAY
BHÁLOBESECHI ÁMI TOMÁY
NISHÁ JABE SARE JÁY
CÁNDA HÁY MESHE TAMASÁY
BHÁLO LÁGÁ BHÁLOBÁSÁY
ESE MESHE SHEŚE TAVA PÁY
BHÁLOBESECHI ÁMI TOMÁY
O Lord, I love You. All the calls of materialism, all intoxications, all pull, I know that
they are not meant for me. The flowers that bloom today, would drop tomorrow. The garland
that smiles today with colours, would merge into dust tomorrow. When the night ends, alas
the moon fades away. Those which are loving and charming, come and at the end merge at our
feet.