JE GA'N TOMA'KE SHON'A'I TUMI KI SHON'A NA' PRIYA

Translation

MARME JE UDGIITA SE KI AVAHELANIIYA TUMI KI SHONO NÁ PRIYA

JE KUSUM DHARÁY PHUT́ECHE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ JE KUSUM DHARÁY PHUT́ECHE SURABHI D́HELE CALECHE SE JAKHAN DHULÁY KÁNDICHE SE KI VISMARAŃIIYA TUMI KI SHONO NÁ PRIYA

RÚPE RASE BHARE MORE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ RÚPE RASE BHARE MORE YADI DÁO RIKTA KARE SE VIGATA RIKTHARE ANURODHA SMARAŃE NIO TUMI KI SHONO NÁ PRIYA

JE GÁN TOMÁKE SHONÁI TUMI KI SHONO NÁ PRIYA

O Dear Lord, the song that I sing to You, do not You hear that? That which originated from the core of the heart, is it to be neglected? The flower that blooms on the earth, and goes on pouring the fragrance, if that cries in dust, is it to be forgotten? Having filled me with beauty and flow, if You give empty hands, then remember the request of that lost wealth.