GÁNER DESHER BHOMORÁ ESE
KII JE KATHÁ KAYE GELO
KÁŃE KÁŃE
MANER MADHU NIYE NILO
VASANTERI GÁNE GÁNE
KÁŃE KÁŃE
BÁDHÁ TÁKE DIINI KONO
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BÁDHÁ TÁKE DIINI KONO
LAJJÁ SE PÁYENI KAKHANO
ÁMÁR MANER UPAVANE
ESECHILO GOPANE
KÁŃE KÁŃE
BHOMRÁ JAKHAN CALE GELO
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BHOMRÁ JAKHAN CALE GELO
ABHÁVER PRATIITI HOLO
RIKTA VANE SIKTÁNANE
KENDE CHILUM TÁR DHYÁNE
KÁŃE KÁŃE
GÁNER DESHER BHOMORÁ ESE
KII JE KATHÁ KAYE GELO
KÁŃE KÁŃE
What matter did the honeybee from the world of songs,
whisper into my ears?
With each song of spring,
it brought mental honey.
Nobody obstructed it,
neither was there any shyness.
To my mental garden,
it secretly arrived.
When the bee went away,
then the feeling of absence appeared.
In the empty forest with a wet face,
I cried in meditation.