TUMI YADI NÁHI ELE
VRITHÁI MÁLÁ GÁNTHÁ
ÁMÁR VRITHÁI GIITI SÁDHÁ
DINE RÁTE THÁKI METE
TOMÁR NÁME HE VIDHÁTÁ
ÁMÁR VRITHÁI GIITI SÁDHÁ
ÁLOR D́HEUE DEKHI TOMÁY
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ÁLOR D́HEUE DEKHI TOMÁY
TOMÁR PRIITI ANANTE DHÁY
ASIIMERI VARTÁ VAHA
TUMI CIRA ITIKATHÁ
ÁMÁR VRITHÁI GIITI SÁDHÁ
JAGAT ÁCHE TOMÁR MÁJHE
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JAGAT ÁCHE TOMÁR MÁJHE
DUHKHE KÁNDE SUKHE NÁCE
DUHKHE SUKHER URDHVE TUMI
CIRA NÚTAN MADHURATÁ
ÁMÁR VRITHÁI GIITI SÁDHÁ
TUMI YADI NÁHI ELE
VRITHÁI MÁLÁ GÁNTHÁ
ÁMÁR VRITHÁI GIITI SÁDHÁ
If You do not visit me,
my threaded garland will become waste
and so will be the song that I have rehearsed.
O Almighty One,
day and night I remain engrossed in Your name.
I see You in the wave of effulgence.
Your love rushes unto infinity.
You are the eternal story of the events of the infinite.
The world exists in You,
crying in pain and dancing with joy.
You are above pain and pleasure.
You are the ever-new sweetness.