E MADHU JYOTSNÁY ÁLOY BHESE JÁY
ÁKÁSHA VASUDHÁ EK SÁTHE
TUMI KI DHARÁ DEVE NIKAT́E ÁSIBE
MALAY VÁTE E SURABHITA RÁTE
ÁKÁSHA VASUDHÁ EK SÁTHE
PATH CEYE BASE ÁCHI YUGE YUGE
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PATH CEYE BASE ÁCHI YUGE YUGE
ÁSHÁ NIYE BUKE DIVÁ RÁTI JEGE
TUMI NÁHI ELE ÁSHÁ NÁ PÚRÁLE
KII PHAL E MÁLATI MÁLÁ GENTHE
ÁKÁSHA VASUDHÁ EK SÁTHE
MANER KATHÁ JÁNO ABUJHA HOYO NÁKO
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MANER KATHÁ JÁNO ABUJHA HOYO NÁKO
VYATHIIR VYATHÁ JENE LIILÁ KARO NÁKO
MARMA MÁJHE BASE ÁNKHI MELE HÁSO
KONO KŚATI KÁRO NEI TÁTE
ÁKÁSHA VASUDHÁ EK SÁTHE
On this sweet moonlit night,
light floats both on earth and in the sky.
Will You come near?
Will You come within my reach amidst the fragrant sandal breeze?
I have been sitting day and night, age after age,
looking at the path with hope.
You did not come and did not fulfil my expectation.
What is the result of my threading this garland of malatii flowers?
You know my mind, so do not pretend to be ignorant.
Knowing the pain of this afflicted microcosm,
do not play Your illusive game with me.
Sit in the core of my mind and smile with open eyes.
There shall be no harm in doing thus.