TOMÁKE BHÁVITE BHÁLO LÁGE MOR
KENO BOLO NÁ, KENO BOLO NÁ
TOMÁKE BHÁVITE BHÁLO LÁGE MOR
E KII ÁSHÁ E KII DURÁSHÁ
CÁOÁ PÁOÁR JHULANÁ
KENO BOLO NÁ, KENO BOLO NÁ
TOMÁKE BHÁVITE BHÁLO LÁGE MOR
KENO NÁHI KÁCHE ÁSO KENOI BÁ DÚRE THÁKO
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KENO NÁHI KÁCHE ÁSO KENOI BÁ DÚRE THÁKO
ÁBHÁSE INGITE KENOI BÁ MORE D́ÁKO
KUSUM PARÁG SAMA ÁKÁSHE BHÁSÁYE RÁKHO
E KII PRIYA TAVA CHALANÁ
KENO BOLO NÁ, KENO BOLO NÁ
TOMÁKE BHÁVITE BHÁLO LÁGE MOR
SARITÁ BHÁLOBÁSE MAHODADHI KE PETE
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SARITÁ BHÁLOBÁSE MAHODADHI KE PETE
ULKÁ CHÚT́E ÁSE DHARÁRI PARIVESHETE
ÁMIO DHYÁNÁVESHE CÁI TOMÁTE MISHITE
E KII JÁNIYÁO JÁNO NÁ
KENO BOLO NÁ, KENO BOLO NÁ
TOMÁKE BHÁVITE BHÁLO LÁGE MOR
I like to think of You.
Why is that? Tell me.
What sort of hope is this,
what audacity of Yours,
that lets me wander to and fro
between desire and non-achievement?
Why do You not come close?
Why do You stay afar?
Why do You call me
with Your indistinct presence
and an unfamiliar gesture?
You keep me floating in the sky
like pollen of flowers.
What a delusion of Yours is this?
O dear one.
The stream floats towards the ocean.
The meteorite rushes towards the earth's atmosphere.
Likewise do I long to merge in You,
in the momentum of my dhyana.
Do not You know this?