ÁSHÁR ÁKÁSHE TUMI ÁSO
KENO NEVE ÁSO NÁ
MALAY VÁTÁSE TUMI BHÁSO
KENO KATHÁ BOLO NÁ
KENO NEVE ÁSO NÁ
JIIVANER JOÁRE TUMI UTTÁLA
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JIIVANER JOÁRE TUMI UTTÁLA
TOMÁR KÁCHE NEI KONO KÁLÁKÁLA
TAVA BHÁVANÁY CHINŔE JÁY MOHA JÁLA
TUMI SHREYA SÁDHANÁ
KENO NEVE ÁSO NÁ
PRIITIR YAMUNÁ TOMÁ PÁNE DHÁY
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PRIITIR YAMUNÁ TOMÁ PÁNE DHÁY
GOKULER KÚLA UPACIÁ SHIHARÁY
PREŚAŃÁY PRAJINÁY SHUBHA CETANÁY
TUMI MÁNÁ MÁNO NÁ
KENO NEVE ÁSO NÁ
ÁSHÁR ÁKÁSHE TUMI ÁSO
KENO NEVE ÁSO NÁ
You exist in the sky of hope.
Why do You not descend?
You float in the sandal breeze.
Why do You not speak?
You remain restless in the tide of life.
There is nothing like a particular or specific time for You.
Ideating on You, the net of infatuation breaks apart.
You are the benevolent object of all meditation.
The river Yamuna of love rushes unto You.
The banks in the land of Gokul overflows with quiver.
Hope, intuition and benevolent consciousness,
in You, move unrestrictedly.