Áṋkhite chilo jal mamatá chalachal
Se jabe giyechilo dúr videshe
Cáhiyá mor páne
Cáhiyá mor páne kii jena gopane
Kayechilo more baṋdhuyá sheśe
Balo go balo go
Balo go balo go tomrá balo go
Se ki bhule gelo sakal kathá
Elo ná elo ná
Elo ná elo ná kathá balilo ná
Se ki bhulilo mor marmavyathá
Bhulite nári ámi táhári smrtikháni
Se smrti ájo dolá dey mánase
Bhávibo ná bhávi
Bhávibo ná bhávi beshii kare bhávi
Kii phulad́ore more báṋdhilo je se
My eyes were moist with tears of love,
When He went to a distant land.
Gazing at me,
Gazing at me as if it were a secret,
He said we'd be lovers in the end.
Tell me, tell me,
Please tell me, you all tell me,
Has He forgotten everything He said?
He has not come back, no He has not,
He has not returned nor has He sent word,
Is He indifferent to my heartache?
I cannot ignore my recollections of Him;
The memory of Him still rocks my mind.
When I think I will not think of Him;
When I think so, it makes me think of Him more.
With what strand of flowers did He bind me?
