Khawne Gorachand Khawne Kaalaa Lyrics English Translation – Lawho Gouranger Naam Rey | Arijit Singh

Kompito Tonudal
Her slender body trembles.

Gunjito Badal
The clouds thunder with a resounding echo.

Punjito Shyamal Mala
He is draped in heaps of deep, “shyamal”—dark-hued—garlands.

Nobol Kishor Mom
He is my ever-youthful Lord.

Komol Nonir Som
He’s as soft as fresh butter.

Khone Gora Chand Khone Kala
At times he is the fair moon, and at times he is dark.

Janmiya Dekhi Nahi Hen Roop
In all my life, I have never seen a form like this.

Chander Mukur Jeno Chander Swaroop
It feels as though the moon’s mirror itself is the moon’s true essence.

Poroshiya Monohor Chit Janu Thoro Thoro
When I touch that heart-stealer, my soul begins to tremble.

Modhukupi Heri Jatha Obosh Modhup
I am like a bewildered bee, searching for the “Madhukupi”—the well of nectar.

Chuyachandan Haar Kul Shayya Bahar
There, there is a sandalwood paste, garlands, and a beautiful bed,

Priyo Bine Kontok Jwala
But without my beloved, they prick me like thorns.

Nobol Kishor Mom
He’s my ever-new youthful Lord.

Komol Nonir Som
He’s as soft as fresh butter.

Khone Gora Chand Khone Kala
At times he is the fair moon, and at times he is dark.

Bigolito Chikuor Mridu Haase Modhur
With flowing hair and a sweet, gentle smile,

Jhonkrito Nupur Dehe Mor
The chime of their anklets echoes deep within me.

Lohu Lohu Chumito Bodon Bikshito
Softly, I kiss his face and gaze at him.

Kinkito Kinkini Kanurai Or
The waist-bells of Kanurai—Lord Krishna—are gently chiming.

Kompito Tonudal
His delicate body is trembling.

Gunjito Badal
The thunderous clouds resonate with a deep, rumbling sound.

Punjito Shyamal Mala
He is adorned with garlands of deep shyamal—dark-hued—flowers.

Nobol Kishor Mom
He’s my ever-new youthful Lord.

Komol Nonir Som
He’s as soft as fresh butter.

Khone Gora Chand Khone Kala
At times he is the fair moon, and at times he is dark.