JYOTSNÁ RÁTE ÁLOK PÁTE
ESECHILE TUMI CUPISÁRE
MANTRA DYOTANÁY SUPTA CETANÁY
JÁGIYE DILE MANA MADHUKARE
ESECHILE TUMI CUPISÁRE
OGO DÚRER BANDHU NIILÁKÁSHER VIDHU
BHÚLE CHILE KENO BOLO MORE
TOMÁRE BHEVE GECHI MANER MADHUVANE
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TOMÁRE BHEVE GECHI MANER MADHUVANE
DIVASE NISHIITHE CHILUM TAVA DHYÁNE
KENO ÁSONI KENO BHÁŚONI
KII LÁBH HOYE CHILO LIILÁ KARE
ESECHILE TUMI CUPISÁRE
DERIITE HOLEO KÁCHE ESECHO
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DERIITE HOLEO KÁCHE ESECHO
KATHÁ NÁ BOLILEO MRDU HESECHO
NÚPURERI SUREO RÁUNGÁ ADHARE
BÁNSHARII BÁJÁO PRIITI BHARE
ESECHILE TUMI CUPISÁRE
JYOTSNÁ RÁTE ÁLOK PÁTE
ESECHILE TUMI CUPISÁRE
In the moonlit night,
with illumination,
You secretly came.
By the incantation of mantra,
You awakened the sleeping mental bee of my consciousness.
O distant companion,
moon of the blue sky,
why have You forgotten me?
Tell me.
I continue thinking of You in my mental garden,
I remain engrossed in Your thought, day and night.
Why do You not come?
Why do You not speak?
What is the benefit of continuing Your divine play?
Even though You were late,
You came close.
Even though You had not spoken,
You smiled softly.
With the melody of ankle bells and with coloured lips,
You played Your love-saturated flute.