TUMI PRIYA KOTHÁY CHILE
ÁMÁY BHULE KON SE SUDÚR
NAYANERI MAŃI CHILE
NAYAN CHEŔE KON SE SVARGAPUR
ÁMÁY BHULE KON SE SUDÚR
CHILUM CEYE PATH PÁNE
KAKHAN ÁSO SEI DHYÁNE
EKAT́I SHUDHU BHÁVA MANANE
KAKHAN SHUNI TOMÁR NÚPUR
ÁMÁY BHULE KON SE SUDÚR
DHVANI ELO MOR SHRUTITE
SHINJINERI SHABDA PÁTE
MAN BHESE JÁY BHÁVER SHROTE
JE MAN CHILO VYATHÁY ÁTUR
ÁMÁY BHULE KON SE SUDÚR
TUMI PRIYA KOTHÁY CHILE
ÁMÁY BHULE KON SE SUDÚR
O Dear, where were You, which distant arena, forgetting me? You were gem of my eyes
leaving the eyes, to which distant heaven have You gone? I was looking on the arrival
path, engrossed to see when do You come, with only one thought in the mind, when do I
listen to Your ankle bell. The sound came into my ears, in the word of tinkling, the mind
goes on floating in the stream of thoughts, the mind that was impatient with agony.