KATHÁ DIE CHILE KENO TABE, TUMI
KATHÁ DIECHILO KENO TABE
BRHAT TUMI KŚUDRA ÁMI
KATHÁR YADI DÁM NÁ RABE
KATHÁ DIECHILO KENO TABE
ÁKÁSH PÁNE TÁRÁY GUŃI
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ÁKÁSH PÁNE TÁRÁY GUŃI
VARAŚÁY VAJRA ASHNI
KÁN PETE RAI YADI SHUNI
CALÁR DHVANI SUDUR NABHE
KATHÁ DIECHILO KENO TABE
ÁMI KATHÁ DIE RÁKHI
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ÁMI KATHÁ DIE RÁKHI
TAVA KATHÁ TÁI BHEVE THÁKI
ÁMÁR KOTHÁO NEIKO PHÁNKI
EMAN TUMI KABE HOBE
KATHÁ DIECHILO KENO TABE
KATHÁ DIE CHILE KENO TABE, TUMI
KATHÁ DIECHILO KENO TABE
O Lord, then why did You give words? You are Great, and I am small, how the value of words
would remain? I count stars towards the sky, watch thunder and hails during rains, and I
remain eager with with attentive ears to Your footstep sound in the distant sky. I have
also given words, hence think of You, there is no lapse by me anywhere, when would You
become like that?