হেথা যে গান গাইতে আসা আমার
hetha je gaan gaaitey aashaa aamaar
(Tagore's own translation)
The song I came here to sing
Sung it yet I have not
Even today, all I can do is tune my voice
All I have is the wish to sing
That tune I could not find
Those words I could not string
All I have in my heart is
An eagerness to sing
Even today, blossomed has not that flower
Only does the breeze gently waft
Unseen His face
Unheard His words
All I hear now and then
Are His footsteps
To and fro He goes by
In front of my door
It took me all day long
Just to roll out a mat for Him
How can I send for Him
When I haven't yet lit a lamp
I live in hope to receive Him
Received Him I have not
hetha je gaan gaaitey aashaa aamaar
(Tagore's own translation)
The song I came here to sing
Sung it yet I have not
Even today, all I can do is tune my voice
All I have is the wish to sing
That tune I could not find
Those words I could not string
All I have in my heart is
An eagerness to sing
Even today, blossomed has not that flower
Only does the breeze gently waft
Unseen His face
Unheard His words
All I hear now and then
Are His footsteps
To and fro He goes by
In front of my door
It took me all day long
Just to roll out a mat for Him
How can I send for Him
When I haven't yet lit a lamp
I live in hope to receive Him
Received Him I have not
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