MAN KE NIYE E KII LIILÁ
KARE CALECHO PRATIKŚAŃE
MAN JE ÁMÁR EI BHÁVANÁY
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MAN JE ÁMÁR EI BHÁVANÁY
BHAVA VEDANÁY RÁTE DINE
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TOMÁR DEOÁ E MAN ÁMÁR
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TOMÁR DEOÁ E MAN ÁMÁR
TOMÁR GUŃAI ERA BHÁVÁDHÁR
TOMÁKE BHÚLE THÁKATE GELE
JAD́E MISHE JAD́A HOI PRÁŃE
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TOMÁY BHÁVÁ TOMÁTE BHÁSÁ
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TOMÁY BHÁVÁ TOMÁTE BHÁSÁ
TOMÁR TAREI KÁNDÁ HÁ
MADHU JHARÁK SAḾGOPANE
KARE CALECHO PRATIKŚAŃE
MAN KE NIYE E KII LIILÁ
KARE CALECHO PRATIKŚAŃE
Taking along my mind,
what a divine play,
You perform each moment!
Alas, my mind remains ever engrossed,
day and night,
in the thought of worldly pains and pleasures.
This mind of mine has been given by You.
Your characteristics are its base.
Forgetting You,
my life becomes inert and mingled up with the inanimate.
By Your thought, I think.
My language likewise comes from You.
My crying and smiling is for You.
Your song is immortal,
secretly ever emanating sweetness.