TUMI KENO MORE
BHULE THÁKO
KENO MORE BHULE THÁKO
E DHARÁR SABÁKÁR KATHÁ BHÁVO
MOR PÁSHE ÁSO NÁKO
TUMI KENO MORE
BHULE THÁKO
TOMÁKE KHUNJI DIVÁNISHI
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
TOMÁKE KHUNJI DIVÁNISHI
PALE ANUPALE PATHE BASI BASI
SHUNI JE MOHAN BÁNSHII
TUMI E BHÁVE KI MORE D́ÁKO
TUMI KENO MORE
BHULE THÁKO
MÁN ABHIMÁN BHÁVANÁ BHULECHI
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
MÁN ABHIMÁN BHÁVANÁ BHULECHI
ATMA PARER CINTÁ CHEŔECHI
MÁLÁ HÁTE NIYE JÁGIÁ RAYECHI
DEKHI KABE MOR KATHÁ RÁKHO
DEKHI KI BHÁVE NIJEKE D́HÁKO
KENO MORE BHULE THÁKO
TUMI KENO MORE
BHULE THÁKO
KENO MORE BHULE THÁKO
O Lord, why have You left me forgotten? You consider about all in the world, but do not
come to me. I search You day and night, each moment and second, sitting on the path
listening to Your charming flute. Do You call me in this style? I have forgotten all the
feeling of ego and pride and left the worry of own and others. Taking garland in the
hands, I have remained awake, waiting to see when would You consider me and in what way
would You keep Yourself hidden.