Keu tomár lágiyá jáge divá ráti
Keu ásháte búka báṋdhe
Keu duhkha bhulite gáy giiti
Keu shrávańer dhárásama káṋde
Keu bhole ná bhúlite páre ná
Madhumákhá sei smrti
Tomár dolá deoyá tithi
Keu háráno dingulir málá gáṋthe
Keu rauńin kare dey kśiti
Keu álo cháyá khele jáy tomár sáthe
Káro theke jáy hiyábhará priiti
For You, night and day, some don't sleep;
And others, to hope tether bosom.
To ease their grief, some sing songs;
And others shed an endless stream of tears.[nb 2]
Some do not and cannot forget
Their honey-coated memory
Of the day that You gave impact.[nb 3]
Some thread a wreath of bygone days,
And others make the earth full of color.
Some keep playing with You the game of light and shade,
And others carry on, their heart filled with love.
