TUMI PRABHU ÁMÁR JÁNI
TABE KENO PÁI NÁ KÁCHE
OTAH PROTAH YOGE SHUNI
ÁCHO SABÁR HIYÁR MÁJHE
TABE KENO PÁI NÁ KÁCHE
TUMI ÚŚÁR RAKTA BHÁNU
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TUMI ÚŚÁR RAKTA BHÁNU
MÁRTAND́ERI TAPTA TANU
MÁTÁO AŃU PRAMÁŃU
TOMÁY GHIRE CHANDE NÁCE
TABE KENO PÁI NÁ KÁCHE
PHÚLER MANER GOPAN KATHÁ
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PHÚLER MANER GOPAN KATHÁ
PRIITIR MADHU VIRAH VYATHÁ
NÁ LEKHÁ JATA ITIKATHÁ
SHUŃIYE JÁO PÁPŔI SÁJE
TABE KENO PÁI NÁ KÁCHE
TUMI PRABHU ÁMÁR JÁNI
TABE KENO PÁI NÁ KÁCHE
I know that You, O Lord, are mine.
So why don’t I get You close?
I have heard that You are in all hearts individually and collectively.
You are the red sun in the morning.
You are also the hotbodied sun at noon.
You intoxicate atoms and molecules
that dance rhythmically around You.
You are the secret event in the mind of flowers,
and the sweet pang of separation of love.
You listen to all unwritten history.
You remain decorated with the adornment of petals.