BOLE CHILE ESE GÁN SHONÁBE SE
TÁRII ÁSHÁY PAL GUŃII
DIN CALE JÁY RÁTRI GHANÁY
SHUNI NÁKO TÁR PADA DHVANI
TÁRII ÁSHÁY PAL GUŃII
SHISHU TARU HOYE GELO MAHIIRUHA
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SHISHU TARU HOYE GELO MAHIIRUHA
PATRE PUŚPE ELO SAMÁROHA
BRITHÁ SÁJIYE REKHE CHILUM GEHA
KÁNDI JENO MAŃI HÁRÁ PHAŃII
TÁRII ÁSHÁY PAL GUŃII
ÁLOKE ÁNDHÁRE OHA AVOHETE
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ÁLOKE ÁNDHÁRE OHA AVOHETE
ÁJO TÁR NÁME UT́HI NÁCE METE
TÁR DEOÁ MAN TÁHÁRI JIIVAN
NIYE TÁRI PRIITI JÁL BUNI
TÁRII ÁSHÁY PAL GUŃII
BOLE CHILE ESE GÁN SHONÁBE SE
TÁRII ÁSHÁY PAL GUŃII
You told me You would come
and sing songs to me.
In that hope, I count moments.
The day passes.
Night intensifies.
I do still not hear Your footsteps.
The small plant has become a giant tree.
On it leaves and flowers have appeared.
I have decorated my home in vain
and now I cry like a serpent bereft of its crown.
In light and darkness,
and in all feelings,
even today,
by Your name,
I dance with ecstasy.
With the mind and life that were given by Him,
I carry His love and knit a web.