MAN BOLE CHILO TUMI ÁSIBE
DÚRE NÁ THÁKIBE DHARÁ DEBE
PRAŃA BUJHE CHILO SAB DEKHE SHUNE
ÁNANDA TOMÁKEI BHEVE
DÚRE NÁ THÁKIBE DHARÁ DEBE
ÁMI JEMAN TOMÁKEI CÁI
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ÁMI JEMAN TOMÁKEI CÁI
ÁR KICHUTEI TRIPTI NÁ PÁI
TUMIO TEMANI ÁMÁKE NIYEI
LIILÁ KARE JÁO NIIRAVE
DÚRE NÁ THÁKIBE DHARÁ DEBE
ÁMI NÁ THÁKILE ASUVUDHÁ TAVA
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ÁMI NÁ THÁKILE ASUVUDHÁ TAVA
VINDU NÁI THÁKE KI ARŃAVAO
ÁMÁKE NIYEI LIILÁ KHELÁ TAVA
NITYA KÁLER UTSAVE
DÚRE NÁ THÁKIBE DHARÁ DEBE
MAN BOLE CHILO TUMI ÁSIBE
DÚRE NÁ THÁKIBE DHARÁ DEBE
My mind tells me that You will come,
that You will not remain far,
that You will come within my reach.
After observing all,
my heart now understands
that real bliss lies in thinking of You.
The way I love You
it is impossible to get satisfaction from anything else.
In it, You too become satisfied,
taking me along
while silently continuing Your divine play.
If I did not exist,
it would impose inconvenience on You.
If drops were not there,
would the ocean exist?
Taking me along on Your illusive divine game
is Your festivity since time immemorial.