TOMÁRE KHUNJIÁ MOR KET́ECHE JIIVAN
TUMI KENO BOJHO NÁ VYATHÁ
TAVA PATH PÁNE CEYE THEKECHE NAYAN
SHRUTI SHUNECHE TAVA KATHÁ
TUMI KENO BOJHO NÁ VYATHÁ
KATA TITHI VÁR NAKŚATRA GECHE
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KATA TITHI VÁR NAKŚATRA GECHE
KATA TÁRÁ KHASE PAŔECHE
DAKŚIŃA SÁGAR KATA DÚRE SARECHE
KATA KLESH ENECHE SHATA VÁRTÁ
TUMI KENO BOJHO NÁ VYATHÁ
KATA PUŚPA MADHU SHUKHÁYE GECHE
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KATA PUŚPA MADHU SHUKHÁYE GECHE
KATA PRAJÁPATIR PÁKHÁ PUŔECHE
MERUR KATANÁ TUŚÁR GALECHE
KATA SHIITE JHAŔECHE PÁTÁ
TUMI KENO BOJHO NÁ VYATHÁ
TOMÁRE KHUNJIÁ MOR KET́ECHE JIIVAN
TUMI KENO BOJHO NÁ VYATHÁ
O Lord, searching You, my whole life has passed. Why do not You understand my pain? My
eyes are looking at Your arrival path, and ears listen about You. How many days, dates and
starperiods have passed, how many stars have dropped off. The southern ocean have moved
away far. How much agonies were brought by hundreds of messages. How much floral nectar
have dried up. How many butterflies have burnt theie wings, how much snow have melted from
the mountains, how many leaves dropped due to cold.