YADI KANT́HETE BHESE GÁN NÁHI ÁSE
TABU MOR PÁNE ESO HE
YADI CIDÁKÁSHE MOR THÁKE MEGH GHOR
ÁLOK JHARÁY HESO HE
TABU MOR PÁNE ESO HE
TOMÁRE KARITE TRIPTI PRADÁN
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TOMÁRE KARITE TRIPTI PRADÁN
YADI NÁHI THÁKE UNNATA MÁN
O HE BHÁSVAR KŚAMÁ SUNDAR
ATANU DYUTITE BASO HE
TABU MOR PÁNE ESO HE
CEYE JÁBO ÁMI TOMÁRE SATATA
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CEYE JÁBO ÁMI TOMÁRE SATATA
SARIYE ÁMÁR KALMAŚA JATA
YUMI KRPÁ KARE DHARÁ DITE MORE
MÁNAS MUKURE BHESO HE
TABU MOR PÁNE ESO HE
YADI KANT́HETE BHESE GÁN NÁHI ÁSE
TABU MOR PÁNE ESO HE
If in my throat,
the song no longer swiftly should float,
do come near me.
If in the firmament of my mind,
intense clouds should build up,
smile and scatter light.
If, to offer You happiness,
I should not qualify with high deservedness,
O effulgent, favourable and charming One,
stay with heavenly shine.
I shall keep loving You eternally,
removing all my dirt.
Showering Your grace,
do come into my fold,
and float in my mental mirror.