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MÁYÁLOKE ESO AJÁNÁ PATHIK
JENE SHUNE BHÚL KARE MOR GHARE,
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TANDRÁ VIJAŔITA MOR ÁNKHITE
KUÁSHÁR ÁVARAŃ BHED KARE
JENE SHUNE BHÚL KARE MOR GHARE,

TUMI CHÁŔÁ ÁR KICHU CÁOÁR JE NÁI
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TUMI CHÁŔÁ ÁR KICHU CÁOÁR JE NÁI
DVITIIYA KONO KICHUTE TRIPTI NÁ PÁI
ÚŚÁR UDAY HOTE PRATI PALE TÁI
LIILÁY BHOLÁO SHATA RÚPA DHARE
JENE SHUNE BHÚL KARE MOR GHARE,

KICHUTEI BHÚLIBO NÁ ÁMIO LIILÁY
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KICHUTEI BHÚLIBO NÁ ÁMIO LIILÁY
MOR MAN TAVA BHÁVE SAḾSTHITI CÁY
ÁLOKE ÁNDHÁRE EKI SURE GEYE JÁY
MÁNE ABHIMÁNE ESO PRÁŃA BHARE
JENE SHUNE BHÚL KARE MOR GHARE,

MÁYÁLOKE ESO AJÁNÁ PATHIK
JENE SHUNE BHÚL KARE MOR GHARE,


O unknown traveler,
come into this world of illusion.
Knowingly step into error and come to my home.
Pierce the wall of fog that blankets my drowsy eyes.

There is nothing worth desiring but You.
I get no satisfaction from anything else.

From the moment of sunrise,
adopting new forms each moment,
You fool us all with Your liila.
I won’t forget this playful game.

My mind wants to be established in Your ideation
and in one tune goes on singing,
whether in light or darkness.
Come, full of pride, wholeheartedly.






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