KE BOLECHE KAT́HOR TUMI
PHÚLER MATAI KOMAL GO
ÁMI BHÚL BUJHIYECHI
MIŚT́I HESE KÁCHE ESE
SHUDHÁO KEMAN ÁCHI
ÁMI BHÚL BUJHIYECHI
BÁHIRE THÁKE JE ÁVARAŃA
NAYKO TOMÁR SVABHÁVA AMAN
KAT́HORATÁY D́HÁKÁ THÁKE
KOMALATÁ BUJHE GECHI
ÁMI BHÚL BUJHIYECHI
PHALER MIŚT́I MADHUR SUVÁSA
PHULER SNIGDHA PARÁG PARASHA
NÁ THÁKILE BÁDHÁ NIRASA PETUM
NÁ JÁ PEYECHI
ÁMI BHÚL BUJHIYECHI
KE BOLECHE KAT́HOR TUMI
PHÚLER MATAI KOMAL GO
ÁMI BHÚL BUJHIYECHI
Who says that You are harsh?
You are indeed as soft as a flower.
I was under a wrong impression.
You show us our true form,
coming close and smiling.
The external covering that You show
is not Your true nature.
I have understood that tenderness is covered by harshness.
The dry covering does not inhibit
the sweet fragrance and taste of a fruit,
and likewise, though dry,
the soft touch in a flower is evident.