AJÁNÁ PATHIK ESE CHILO
MANER GAHANE KENO KE JÁNE
CHANDE CHANDE MÁTIYE DILO
MADHUR GANDHE MANO VANE
MANER GAHANE KENO KE JÁNE
BHÁLOBESE CHILUM TÁKE
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BHÁLOBESE CHILUM TÁKE
NÁ JENE YUKTI NÁ MENE TARKE
JÁI NI KÁRO KONO VITARKE
EKÁKI CHILUM DHYÁNÁSANE
MANER GAHANE KENO KE JÁNE
SE PATHIK MOR ÁJO RAYECHE
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SE PATHIK MOR ÁJO RAYECHE
PRATI PALAKE PRIITI D́HELECHE
MANER MAYUR NECE CALECHE
PEYE TÁHÁKE NIRJANE
MANER GAHANE KENO KE JÁNE
AJÁNÁ PATHIK ESE CHILO
MANER GAHANE KENO KE JÁNE
The unknown traveler came into the depth of my mind.
What for, who knows?
He charmed with rhythm after rhythm
and brought sweet fragrance into my mental garden.
I have loved Him without any consideration of logic and reasoning.
I shall not move by any argumentativeness any time.
I shall remain solitarily seated in the posture of meditation.
That traveler of mine is present even today,
pouring out love each moment.
My mental peacock dances on,
and finds Him in seclusion.