TANDRÁ JAKHAN COKHE NEVE ELO
TAKHAN MANE ÁNDHÁR CHILO
SHATA DHÁRE BAYÁ JIIVAN SARITÁ
KOTHÁ JÁBE NÁHI BUJHE CHILO
TAKHAN MANE ÁNDHÁR CHILO
JOÁRER JALA BHÁVE UCCHALA
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JOÁRER JALA BHÁVE UCCHALA
JAD́ÁKARŚAŃE CHILO CAINCALA
CÁNDER MÁDHURII ÁKÁSHE NÁ HERI
CÁNDERI VISHVE METE CHILO
TAKHAN MANE ÁNDHÁR CHILO
BHÁNT́Á ELO PARE JIIVAN JOÁRE
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BHÁNT́Á ELO PARE JIIVAN JOÁRE
UJÁNER JALA GELO DÚRE SARE
SÁMARTHYA NÁI SE DIKE TÁKÁI
JE VIDHU NIKAT́E T́ENE CHILO
TAKHAN MANE ÁNDHÁR CHILO
TANDRÁ JAKHAN COKHE NEVE ELO
TAKHAN MANE ÁNDHÁR CHILO
When drowsiness descended upon my eyes,
my mind was in darkness.
Ensnared by hundreds of currents,
I could not understand where the stream of life was flowing to.
The water during the tide was overflowing with emotions.
I was restlessly attracted towards material objects.
I did not seek the sweetness of the moonlight in the sky.
I did not seek the moon that intoxicates the world.
Then the flow of a low tide came into my life.
The water that had been overflowing receded far back.
I had no capacity to look away,
for it was the moon that attracted me close.