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JOŔETE KENO NÁHI PHOT́E KAMAL
ETO KENDE MARI NIT́HUR BANDHUÁ
GHAR KE MOR KENO NÁHI ÁSE BOL
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DÁRUŃ GARAME KENO JOŔE NÁHI JAL
NECE GEYE D́AKI ÁSHÁY TÁKÁI THÁKI
BANDHUÁ DÚR THEKE KARE CHAL
KENO BANDHUÁ DÚR THEKE KARE CHAL
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PALÁSH GÁCHETE KENO NÁHI DHARE PHAL
JÁR LÁGI JANAM JÁR LÁGI KARAM2
SE KENO JHARÁY MOR ÁNKHI JAL
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Tell me, please
why does the lotus not bloom
in winter's chill?
I cry for my Lord.
Why then is He so cruel,
refusing to visit my house?
Tell me why
is the river so dry
in the summer's scorching heat?
I call him earnestly,
I look towards him expectantly,
yet He remains (purposefully) aloof.
(Why?)
Tell me, please
why is the palash tree
bare of any fruit?
Why does that entity
for whom I take my birth,
for whom I perform all actions,
make me shed tears?