MAMATÁ MÁKHÁ O DU T́I ÁNKHI
VISHVER MÁDHURI T́ENE ENECHE
MAN CÁY TÁRE SATATA DEKHI
MAMATÁ MÁKHÁ O DU T́I ÁNKHI
JATA ÁSHÁ JATA BHÁŚÁ BHARÁ RAYECHE
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JATA ÁSHÁ JATA BHÁŚÁ BHARÁ RAYECHE
JATA PRIITI JATA GIITI JHARE CALECHE
PRATI PAL KE SMRITI JAŔIYE ÁCHE
TÁRE PELE KICHU PETE THÁKE NÁ BÁKI
MAMATÁ MÁKHÁ O DU T́I ÁNKHI
TÁKIYE THÁKALE THÁKE BHAYA LOKA LÁJA
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TÁKIYE THÁKALE THÁKE BHAYA LOKA LÁJA
MANO MÁJHE NECE CALE SE MÁNAS RÁJ
TÁRI TAREBENCE THÁKÁ SÁJÁ TÁRI SÁJ
TÁRI PATH PÁNE CEYE THÁKI
MAMATÁ MÁKHÁ O DU T́I ÁNKHI
Those two eyes impregnated with affection,
pulling all the sweetness of the world -
my mind wants to see them forever.
All the hopes and languages that were gathered,
all love and songs that were dissipated -
each moment of mine remains attached to this memory.
By attaining Him,
nothing else is left to be obtained.
At first sight, there is fear and public shyness.
Yet, the king of mind dances on in my mind.
For Him only do I survive,
keeping decorated all adornments,
while moving on His path.