Tomári ásá patha
Cáhiyá áchi je ámi
Shuńile ná mor kathá
Ekhano ásiyá tumi
Ájike hiyá mama
Varaśá ketakii sama
Surabhi viláye cale
Vijane vátása cumi
Surabhi bhese cale
Carácare nabhoniile
Jhará parágera vyathá
Shuńibe ná ki go tumi
Your arrival path—
I am watching that.
You haven't heard my story;
Here, You did not yet reach.
Today, my heart
Is like a monsoon screwpine flower.[nb 2]
My fragrance dissipates;
Desolate, I kiss the air.
My fragrance floats
Around the world, across the sky.
The pain of fallen pollen—
Will You not hear that tale, oh Lord?
