MADHUR TOMÁR PARASH LÁGI
CEYE ÁCHI ÁSHÁ PATH PÁNE
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VIDHUR ÁMI TANDRÁ TYÁGI
KÁLA JE KÁT́ÁI PALA GUŃE
CEYE ÁCHI ÁSHÁ PATH PÁNE
JE HÁR GALÁY PARIYE GELE
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JE HÁR GALÁY PARIYE GELE
JE PHÚL DHÚLÁY JHARIYE DILE
JE BHÁLOBÁSÁY MAN BHARÁLE
TÁO KI ÁBÁR NEVE T́ENE
CEYE ÁCHI ÁSHÁ PATH PÁNE
TOMÁR RIITI BUJHE UT́HÁ BHÁR
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TOMÁR RIITI BUJHE UT́HÁ BHÁR
KŚAŃE KLESH BHÁR KŚAŃE MAŃIHÁR
KABE KII KARIBE KE JÁNE
CEYE ÁCHI ÁSHÁ PATH PÁNE
MADHUR TOMÁR PARASH LÁGI
CEYE ÁCHI ÁSHÁ PATH PÁNE
O sweet one,
seeking Your touch,
I look at the path of Your arrival with hope.
Restless, casting aside drowsiness,
I pass the time counting moments.
The garland that You put around Your neck,
the flowers that dropped onto the ground,
the love that fulfilled my heart,
would You give all that again?
It is hard to understand Your ways.
In one moment, a load of sorrows
and in another, a garland of gems.
No one knows when You shall do what.