KON DESHETE ÁCHO TUMI
KON SE VESHE SEJE THÁKO
MARME ÁMÁR PRAKÁSH TOMÁR
KAKHANAO KI HOVE NÁKO
KON SE VESHE SEJE THÁKO
RÁTE DINE GÁNE DHYÁNE
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RÁTE DINE GÁNE DHYÁNE
SMARI TOMÁY MANE PRÁŃE
ÁSHÁR MUKUL DOLE DODUL
YADI HAT́HÁT KÁCHE D́ÁKO
KON SE VESHE SEJE THÁKO
NEIKO KICHUI BOLATE ÁMÁR
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NEIKO KICHUI BOLATE ÁMÁR
BHUVAN BHARÁ SABAI TOMÁR
ÁMIO TOMÁR E SATYA SÁR
JÁNIYE DÚRE PHELE RÁKHO
KON SE VESHE SEJE THÁKO
KON DESHETE ÁCHO TUMI
KON SE VESHE SEJE THÁKO
In which land do You dwell
and with which dress are You decorated?
Will there be no illumination of Yours in my inner being?
Day and night,
with song and meditation,
I remember You with all my heart.
The bud of hope would oscillate in swing
if You suddenly called me from nearby.
There is nothing that can be called my own.
The world is filled with Your belongings only.
I too am Yours.
And yet, even after knowing this essence of truth,
You keep me away.