O dear Lord, You came to my home
You went away without telling me anything.
This arrival is not real coming.
My mind was not satisfied. I could not express my feelings.
You went away without telling me anything.

You played the lyre, enchanting my mind
And flowed the fountain of love
From the sky.
You instructed to love. But how could I love,
If my mind itself was in a state of nonexistence?
You went away without telling me anything.

Between You and me the distance is hundreds of miles
And yet, my mind is saturated with Your ideation.
The melodies of diipak and meghmallar style are sounding.
Over them You have spread Your divine effulgence.
You went away without telling me anything.

Translated from Bengali

MOR GHARE ELE HE PRIYA KENO GELE
ÁMÁY KICHU BOLE GELE NÁ
E ÁSÁ ÁSÁ NAY MAN BHARÁR NAY
MANER KATHÁ BOLÁ HOLO NÁ
ÁMÁY KICHU BOLE GELE NÁ

VIIŃÁ BÁJIYE CHILE MAN MÁTIYE CHILE
ÁKÁSHE JHARA JHAR
PRIITI JHARIYE DILE
BOLILE BHÁLOBÁSO KEMAN BHÁLOBÁSO
MANEI YADI RAHILE NÁ
ÁMÁY KICHU BOLE GELE NÁ

TOMÁTE ÁMÁTE SHATA YOJAN DÚR
TABUO TAVA BHÁVE MAN JE BHARAPÚR
DIIPAKE MEGH MALLÁRE JE BÁJE SUR
TÁTE REKHE GELE TAVA DYOTANÁ
ÁMÁY KICHU BOLE GELE NÁ

28-08-1986