Alas! Would you forget about the old days?
O Sei Chhokher Dekha, Praner Katha, Se Ki Bhola Jaye,
Could anybody forget about these meetings or those intimate talks?
Aye Ar-Ektibar Aye Re Sakha, Praner Majhe Aye
O’ friend, come. Come to my heart.
Mora Sukher Dukher Katha Kabo, Pran Jurabe Taye,
We’re going to talk about our pleasure and grief. And we’re going to have peace of mind.
Purano Sei Diner Katha Bhulbi Kire Haye,
O Sei Chhokher Dekha, Praner Katha, Se Ki Bhola Jaye.
Mora Bhorer Bela Phul Tulechhi, Dulechhi Dolaye
We plucked the flowers early in the morning, swang the swing as well.
Bajiye Bnashi Gan Geyechhi Bokuler Talaye
And playing the flute, we sang in the shades of the tree of Bakul.
Haye Majhe Holo Chharachhari, Gelem Ke Kothaye
Later, we got separated and got lost.
Abar Dekha Jodi Holo Sakha Praner Majhe Aye,
But since we have met again, O friend, come to my heart.
Purano Sei Diner Katha Bhulbi Kire Haaye,
O Sei Chhokher Dekha, Praner Katha, Se Ki Bhola Jaaye.