Oh my Lord, my Darling,
For You only
Eyes do stream constantly.
You've gone to some distant place,
Leaving me behind on river bank.

My love, it knows You only;
My song is for You to please.
All my pride and whatever vanity,
It revolves round and around Thee.

Could it be I did not make any effort–
In me was no merit or propitious thought?
Is that why, leaving me, You went far away–
Why You left, and back You never came?

Translated from Bengali

PRIYATAMA PRABHU ÁMÁR
TOMÁRI TARE
DIVÁNISHI ÁṊKHI JHARE
TUMI JE GIYÁCHO CALE KON SUDÚRE
MORE REKHE SARITÁ TIIRE

MOR PRIITI JÁNE SHUDHU TOMÁRE
MOR GIITI TAVA TRPTI TARE
ÁMÁR SAKAL MÁN JATA KICHU ABHIMÁN
TOMÁREI GHIRE GHIRE

BUJHI BÁ CHILO NÁ MOR KONA SÁDHANÁ
CHILO NÁ PUŃYABAL SHUBHA BHÁVANÁ
TÁI KI ÁMÁY PHELE SUDÚRE GELE CALE
GELE ÁR ELE NÁ PHIRE

22-03-1984