ÁMÁR GOPAN KATHÁ
SABAI ÁCHE TAVA JÁNÁ
VYATHÁR UPARE VYATHÁ
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ÁLPANÁ ÁNKÁ PATHE
DALE CALE GELE RATHE
MOR PÁNE NÁ TÁKÁLE
TABU NATI MOR NIO
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CAYAN KARECHI KAMAL
BHARÁ CHILO TÁTE PARIMALA
MESHÁ CHILO TÁTE ÁNKHI JALA
BOLITE SHUDHU TÁKIO
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SANDHYÁ GHANÁYE ELO
MOR PHÚL MLÁNA HOLO
PÁPAŔI KHASIÁ GELO
TABU TUMI MOR PRIYA
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ÁMÁR GOPAN KATHÁ
SABAI ÁCHE TAVA JÁNÁ
VYATHÁR UPARE VYATHÁ
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You know all my secrets.
Anguish following pain,
please don’t give me any more of that.
Along the pin-decorated path
Your chariot bore You away
without a glance toward me.
But You did accept my humble bow.
I selected a lotus filled with fragrant pollen
and mixed it with my tears
asking only that You look my way.
Evening came - a deepening darkness -
my flowers now bedraggled
the petals withering.
But You are still my beloved.