TOMÁR E LIILÁ PRIYA
TOMÁR E LIILÁ PRIYA
TOMÁR E LIILÁ PRIYA
BUDDHI KI BÁ BOJHE
JALETE ANAL JVÁLO
MERU RAJATE SÁJE
BUDDHI KI BÁ BOJHE
KENOI BÁ ESE CHILE
GELE KENO DÚRE CALE
ÁMÁRE PHELIYÁ GELE
MARU TRIŚÁRI MÁJHE
BUDDHI KI BÁ BOJHE
TOMÁRE D́EKE D́EKE
KATA NISHÁ KENDECHI
TOMÁRE BHEVE BHEVE
TANDRÁ BHÚLE GECHI
ÁSONI TUMI TABU
CÁONI PHIRE KABHU
NIBHRITE ELE E RÁTE
DHARÁ DILE GÁNE NÁCE
BUDDHI KI BÁ BOJHE
TOMÁR E LIILÁ PRIYA
BUDDHI KI BÁ BOJHE
This divine game of Yours,
O Dearest,
how can the intellect understand it?
You kindle fire in water,
and decorate the mountains with silver.
Why did You come, then went away far,
leaving me in the desert thirst?
Calling You continuously,
how many nights have I cried?
By constantly thinking of You,
I have forgotten drowsiness.
You neither come nor ever look back.
You came on a solitary night,
with song and dance.