ÁMÁR E PRATIIKŚÁ
JÁNI GO PRIYA
VYARTHA HOTE PÁRE NÁ
JE PHÚL PHUT́E CHILO GANDHE RÚPE
SE SUVÁS HÁRÁBE NÁ
VYARTHA HOTE PÁRE NÁ
PHÚLER PARÁG BHÁSE DÚR NIILIMÁY
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PHÚLER PARÁG BHÁSE DÚR NIILIMÁY
SE PARIKRAMÁR SHEŚ JE KOTHÁY
TÁHÁKE HÁRIYE GECHE BOLÁ NÁHI JÁY
SE KARE CALECHE SÁDHANÁ
VYARTHA HOTE PÁRE NÁ
TUMI ÁCHO ÁMI ÁCHI ÁCHE TAVA PATH
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TUMI ÁCHO ÁMI ÁCHI ÁCHE TAVA PATH
SEI PATH DHARE CALE MOR MANORATH
YUGE YUGE SEI CALÁ SHUDHU SAMPAD
JÁ PÚRŃA KARE JATA EŚAŃÁ
VYARTHA HOTE PÁRE NÁ
ÁMÁR E PRATIIKŚÁ
JÁNI GO PRIYA
VYARTHA HOTE PÁRE NÁ
My waiting
O Beloved,
I know won't be wasted.
The flower
that bloomed with beauty and fragrance,
its smell won't be lost.
The fragrance of flowers
floats into the distant blue sky.
Can there be an end to it?
So that this fragrance may not be lost
sadhana (spiritual practice) is performed.
You exist, I exist,
Your path exists.
And holding on to that path,
my mental chariot moves forward.
That movement penetrating through the ages,
has only one aim:
that all wills may be fulfilled.