GÁNER MÁLÁ GÁNTHIYÁCHI
TOMÁR TARE PRIYATAMA
ÁSABE TUMI HÁSABE TUMI
BÁSABE BHÁLO AŃUPAMA
TOMÁR TARE PRIYATAMA
ÁLO CHÁYÁY TOMÁR KHELÁ
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ÁLO CHÁYÁY TOMÁR KHELÁ
VAJRA VIIŃÁY TOMÁR LIILÁ
BHÁSÁO ÁMÁR VISHVA BHELÁ
CHANDE TOMÁR STAMBA SAMA
TOMÁR TARE PRIYATAMA
LIILÁR SHROTE SABÁY BHÁSÁO
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LIILÁR SHROTE SABÁY BHÁSÁO
LIILÁ RASER RÚPA DHARE JÁO
ARÚPA TUMI KAKHAN KI CÁO
BUJHIYE DÁO MARME MAMA
TOMÁR TARE PRIYATAMA
GÁNER MÁLÁ GÁNTHIÁCHI
TOMÁR TARE PRIYATAMA
I threaded a garland of songs for You,
O most beloved,
that You may come, smile and love,
O incomparable one.
Your play takes place through light and shade.
Your divine play resonnates through thunder and the sound of Your viina.
Sail me on the boat of the world.
All float in the current of that divine play,
thereby providing forms to its flow.
O formless one, what is it You expect?
Explain this to me in the core of my heart.