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BHÁLOBÁSIYÁCHI TOMÁRE CEYECHI
ÁMÁR MANER MAINJÚŚÁY

KÁCHE ÁSO NÁKO
KÁCHE ÁSO NÁKO KENO DÚRE THÁKO
BUJHEO BOJHO NÁKO MOR ÁSHÁY
ÁMÁR MANER MAINJÚŚÁY

SUDÚRE THEKEO
SUDÚRE THEKEO KENO HESE JÁO
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
SUDÚRE THEKEO KENO HESE JÁO
MADHURIMÁKEO MADHUTE D́HEKE DÁO
ÁLO ÁNDHÁRE LIILÁTE LÚKÁO
TOMÁY BUJHE OT́HÁ HOLO DÁY
ÁMÁR MANER MANJÚŚÁY

YUGE YUGE JATA
YUGE YUGE JATA ESECHE YOGIIRÁ
TOMÁR BHÁVE GHIRE THEKECHE TÁRÁ
AŃU PARAMÁŃU NIIHÁRIKÁ TÁRÁ
PRIITI DHÁRE TAVA STUTI GÁY
ÁMÁR MANER MANJÚŚÁY

I love You deeply within my mental casket.

Why don’t You come,
why do You remain far away,
pretending not to understand my aspirations?

Staying away, why do You keep smiling?
Why do You cover the sweetness of Your honey?  
You hide Yourself within Your play of light and darkness.
To understand and realise You is very difficult.

The yogis who come, age after age,
remain, ideatively surrounding You.
Atoms, molecules, stars and nebula,
all sing Your praise,
in the flow of Your love.