TOMÁTE ÁMÁTE DEKHÁ HOYE CHILO
KON SE ATIITE LEKHÁ TÁ NÁI
SE DINER TÁRÁ GRAHA ÁLO DHÁRÁ
HARÁIYÁ GECHE TÁRÁ SABÁI
KON SE ATIITE LEKHÁ TÁ NÁI
DEKHÁ HOYE CHILO CENÁ HOY NIKO
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DEKHÁ HOYE CHILO CENÁ HOY NIKO
ÁLÁPE KALÁPE PRIITI SAḾLÁPE
VYAKTA CHILO NÁ CHILO CEYEI
KON SE ATIITE LEKHÁ TÁ NÁI
SE MAYUR ÁJ KALÁP MELIYÁ
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
SE MAYUR ÁJ KALÁP MELIYÁ
NÁCITE JE CÁHE TOMÁRE GHERIYÁ
SPANDITA ÁSE CHANDÁYIITA SE
BHÁLOBÁSE BINÁ VINIMAYEI,
KON SE ATIITE LEKHÁ TÁ NÁI
TOMÁTE ÁMÁTE DEKHÁ HOYE CHILO
KON SE ATIITE LEKHÁ TÁ NÁI
There is no record
of when in the past our initial introduction took place.
That day,
the stars, the planets and the galaxies,
were all lost.
We did see but did not recognise each other.
My mental peacock had not yet learned how to dance.
There was no expression of loving talk, conversation or gesture.
Only desire remained.
That peacock, today,
spreads its tail
and wants to dance around You.
It oscillates with rhythm
and loves without cherishing anything in exchange.