JA'R MADHURIMA' JA'NA'TE CA'I SE A'SE NA'

Translation

SE RAYE GECHE DÚRE SVAPAN PURE HOYETO SE MORE CENE NÁ SE ÁSE NÁ

AT́AVII ÁLOKE ÁCHO AGOCARE MALAYE DODUL DOLE NIIP NIKARE CHANDE GÁNE NÁCE BHÁVE NUPURE MOR PÁNE KENO CEYE DEKHO NÁ SE ÁSE NÁ

ALAKHA NIRAINJANA SE MOR PRIYA SANTÁP BHANJAN ÁDARŃIIYA SARVÁDHIRANJAN VARAŃIIYA DHARÁ DIYEO DHARÁ DEY NÁ SE ÁSE NÁ

JÁR MADHURIMÁ JÁNÁTE CÁI SE ÁSE NÁ

The One, whose sweetness I wanted to explain, does not come. He remained far in the dreamland, probably He did not recognise me. He remains unseen in the forest of tuft of hairs, and oscillates on the swing with sandal breeze in the bushes of niip, with rhythm song, feelings and dance with the ankle bell sound, but why does not He look towards me? He is my Dear, the Unseen, Spotless, Revered and remover of sorrows, adorable and charmer of all minds, even after being held, He does not come into folds.