EI NIIL SAROVARERA GÁY
KAMAL KUMUDA HÁSE UCCHALATÁY
KE BÁ ELO KE BÁ GELO NÁHI TÁKÁY
MAN SHUDHU TÁRI PÁNE DHÁYA
KAMAL KUMUDA HÁSE UCCHALATÁY
KATA JHAŔA BAYE GECHE ASHANI DHÁRÁY
KATA ULKÁR KATA ÁLO JHALAKÁYA
KATA DHÚM KETU ESE PUCCHA NÁCÁY
KICHUTEI NÁHI ÁSE JÁY
KAMAL KUMUDA HÁSE UCCHALATÁY
KATA DIN CALE GECHE, GECHE KATA YUGA
MADHU BHÁRE BHARÁ TABU RAYE GECHE BÚKA
KATANÁ MADHUPA ESE GÁN GEYE JÁY
KICHUTEI MADHU NÁ PHURÁY
KAMAL KUMUDA HÁSE UCCHALATÁY
EI NIIL SAROVARERA GÁY
KAMAL KUMUDA HÁSE UCCHALATÁY
This blue lake is singing.
The lotus and the lily smile overjoyed.
Without looking at who comes and goes,
my mind rushes unto Him only.
Uncountable storms blew with lightning.
Uncountable meteorites revealed many a glimpse of light.
Uncountable comets came waving their tails.
Nothing was there that did not come and go.
Innumerable days and eras passed.
But my heart remained full of honey.
Many bees came and continued humming.
But my honey did not dry up.