TUMI, BHESE CALOPRIYA KON SE DESHE
PHÚLER VANE SABÁR MANE MANE
ABHRAUNLEHI GIRIR TUŚÁR STÚPE
RÚPE RÚPE PRATI KŚAŃE KŚAŃE
PHÚLER VANE SABÁR MANE MANE
TOMÁKE BHEVE NIJE KE HÁRÁI
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TOMÁKE BHEVE NIJE KE HÁRÁI
TOMÁR SHIKHÁY PRÁŃER PRADIIP JVÁLÁI
TOMÁR PRIITIR SMRITITE GIITI GÁI
PRÁŃER T́ÁNE BHÚLE ABHIMÁNE
PHÚLER VANE SABÁR MANE MANE
ÁMÁR CIDÁKÁSHE TUMII VIDHU
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ÁMÁR CIDÁKÁSHE TUMII VIDHU
TOMÁR JYOTSNÁLOKA D́HÁLE MADHU
PRATYABHIGYÁY SAKAL ABHIDHYÁNE
PHÚLER VANE SABÁR MANE MANE
TUMI, BHESE CALOPRIYA KON SE DESHE
PHÚLER VANE SABÁR MANE MANE
O Beloved,
which land are You floating to,
leaving behind floral gardens,
minds after minds,
the icy peaks of skykissing mountains,
forms after forms,
moments after moments?
Thinking of You, I lose myself.
By Your flame, the lamp of my own heart is kindled.
With the memory of Your love, I sing songs.
By pulling my heart unto You, I forget all ego.
You are the moon in my mental sky.
Your moonlight exudes honey.
You are the perfect and profound knowledge in everyone’s meditation.