OGO, PRIYA, BOLATE PÁRO
OGO, PRIYA
KON SE DESHE THÁKO
MADHUR HÁSI MOHAN BÁNSHII
SAUNGE KENO RÁKHO
KON SE DESHE THÁKO
KHUINJI TOMÁY GAHAN VANE
KHUINJI TOMÁY GAHAN VANE
KHUINJI TOMÁY GAHAN VANE
GIRI GUHÁY SAUNGOPANE
CÁO NÁ PHIRE ÁMÁR PÁNE
NAYAN KENO D́HÁKO
KON SE DESHE THÁKO
GECHI DÚRE GECHI SÁGARE
SNÁNA KARECHI TIIRTHA NIIRE
HOYNI KHONJÁ SHUDHU BHIITARE
TÁI KI ÁSO NÁKO
KON SE DESHE THÁKO
OGO, PRIYA, BOLATE PÁRO
KON SE DESHE THÁKO
O Beloved,
tell me in which land You reside.
That sweet smile and charming flute,
why do You continuously keep them?
I search You in deep forests,
and secret mountain caves.
Still You do not look at me.
Why do You cover Your eyes?
I went far to the sea,
and took baths in pilgrim waters.
Only my inside was not searched.
Is this the reason You do not come?