TOMÁY ÁMI CEYE GECHI
ÁPAN MANE ÁPAN MANE
BÁHIRE T́HÁIN PÁINIKO TÁI
RÁKHITE CÁI SAḾGOPANE
ÁPAN MANE ÁPAN MANE
DHARÁR DHÚLÁY NÁMAVE TUMI
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DHARÁR DHÚLÁY NÁMAVE TUMI
E KEMANE SAIBO ÁMI
RÁTUL PÁYE KOMAL PÁYE
DOBO VYATHÁ KON PARÁŃE
ÁPAN MANE ÁPAN MANE
MANEI ÁCHE SVARŃA ÁSAN
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MANEI ÁCHE SVARŃA ÁSAN
TOMÁR TARE MAŃIR BHÚŚAŃ
ÁSABE HESE BASABE SEJE
TRIPTA KARE MOR NAYANE
ÁPAN MANE ÁPAN MANE
TOMÁY ÁMI CEYE GECHI
ÁPAN MANE ÁPAN MANE
I have remained desirous of You in my own mind.
Not finding a proper place for You in the outside world,
I wish to keep You hidden inside.
If You were to come down to this dusty earth,
how would I be able to tolerate it?
How would my heart allow this earth
to cause pain to Your soft red feet?
The golden throne lies within my mind itself,
decorated for You with gems.
You shall come,
sit there
and satiate my eyes.