Swapane parash diye jao priya Jagile lukao dure Anmana haye ghuribar kale Heri toma giri chure Jadi daki toma kache eso priya Hese jao dure chale Tripti ki tumi pao priyatama Niyata amare chhale
You touch me softly and compassionately, O Beloved of my dream. The moment I awake, I see You hiding Far, very far, from my vision light. When I roam on the peak of the mountain, You I see lost in self-life. When I call You to come near me, Smiling You run away. O my Beloved Supreme, by deceiving me always Do You really get joy?