JHAINJHÁ YADI ÁSE
ÁLO JENO NÁ NEVE
TOMÁR PATHE PRABHU
CALITE GIYE KABHU
KLÁNTI JENO NÁ NÁVE
ÁLO JENO NÁ NEVE
SÁJITE BHARIYÁ REKHECHI JE PHÚL
SURABHITE SABÁRE KARE ÁKÚL
ÁTAPA DAGDHA HOYE GIYE SE KII
SHUKÁYE JHARIYÁ JÁBE
ÁLO JENO NÁ NEVE
JE VIIŃÁR TÁRE MAN PRÁŃA BHARE
SUR SÁDHIYÁCHI YUGA YUGA DHARE
KAT́HOR KARER NIT́HUR SPARSHE
SE KII VYATHÁTE CHINŔIBE
ÁLO JENO NÁ NEVE
JHAINJHÁ YADI ÁSE
ÁLO JENO NÁ NEVE
When storms come,
light is inhibited.
While moving on Your path.
O Lord,
let not the fatigue arise.
The flower that I have kept preserved and decorated,
to make all restless by its fragrance,
will it dry up and wither due to burning heat?
The strings of the viina
that I have tuned wholeheartedly age after age,
will they break due to pain inflicted by a hard and merciless touch?