NÚPUR CHANDE, NÚPUR CHANDE SUSMITA DIN GULI
SÁRATHII SAMAY MAYUKHA MÁLÁY ÁSE
TANDRÁ VIHINA NÁ PHOT́Á PHÚLER KALI
KÁCHE PETE CÁY PRÁŃA BHARÁ NIHSHVÁSE
SÁRATHII SAMAY MAYUKHA MÁLÁY ÁSE
JATA BÁR BHÁVI DÚR CALE JÁI
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JATA BÁR BHÁVI DÚR CALE JÁI
PRIITIR BÁNDHAN BÁNDHE JE SADÁI
BOLE KÁNE KÁNE SHONO GÁNE GÁNE
SABÁI ÁLOTE HÁSE
SÁRATHII SAMAY MAYUKHA MÁLÁY ÁSE
DÚR KOTHÁ ÁCHE DÚR KEU NAY
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DÚR KOTHÁ ÁCHE DÚR KEU NAY
CETANÁ SÁYARE SABE MISHE RAY
ÁTMÁY NIHITA JE PARICAYA BHÁVER MÁJHÁRE BHÁSE
SÁRATHII SAMAY MAYUKHA MÁLÁY ÁSE
NÚPUR CHANDE NÚPUR CHANDE SUSMITA DIN GULI
SÁRATHII SAMAY MAYUKHA MÁLÁY ÁSE
With the rhythm of ankle bells,
on smiling days,
the charioteer of time comes as series of light rays.
The unbloomed flower buds eagerly long to attain Him,
and emanate full throat exhalations.
Whenever I think, I go astray.
He who ties the knot of love,
whispers into my ears:
“Listen through songs,
for all smile in the light.”
Where does distance exist?
None is far.
In the ocean of consciousness all mingle.
The acquaintance with the inner consciousness,
takes place within ideation.