SUDURERA ÁHVÁNE
KE GO ELE GÁNE GÁNE, TUMI
KE GO ELE GÁNE GÁNE
KONO KICHUI CÁO NIKO TUMI
GÁN SHONÁLE KÁNE KÁNE
KE GO ELE GÁNE GÁNE, TUMI
KE GO ELE GÁNE GÁNE
JHARA JHARA AVIRATA SHISHIR JHARECHE GHÁSE
MAN METECHE SHEFÁLII SUVÁSE
SMITA KUSHA KÁSHE PRAKRITI NECECHE
CHANDE MUKHAR PRATI KŚAŃE KŚAŃE
KE GO ELE GÁNE GÁNE, TUMI
KE GO ELE GÁNE GÁNE
RAKTIMA SÁJE ÁLOKE VIŚÁDE
GRAHA TÁRÁ GHERÁ BHA CAKRA MÁJHE
KE GO ELE ANÁHÚTA VIKÁRA RAHITA
DHARÁ DILE MANE MADHU VANE
KE GO ELE GÁNE GÁNE, TUMI
KE GO ELE GÁNE GÁNE
At the call from far away,
who is that coming with each song?
Who is that You?
You do not want anything.
You simply whisper songs into my ears.
Dewdrops continuously fall from the grass.
My mind is intoxicated with the fragrance of the shefalii flower.
In the smiling long grass,
Prakrti dances with resonating rhythm,
moment by moment.
With an adornment of red light,
and with sadness,
the planets and stars
surround You in the cosmic cycle.
Who are You who came,
free from impurity,
without being called
and appearing in my mental garden?