TOMÁRE CEYECHI MANE PRÁŃE, ÁMI
SÁŔÁ DILE NÁKO MOR D́ÁKE
KHUNJECHI TIIRTHE KHUNJECHI TIIRTHE
KHUNJI VANA BHUMI
KHUNJECHI MEGHER PHÁNKE PHÁNKE
SÁŔÁ DILE NÁKO MOR D́ÁKE
VICITRA TAVA LIILÁ PRIYATAMA
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VICITRA TAVA LIILÁ PRIYATAMA
VICITRA TAVA LIILÁ PRIYATAMA
TIIRTHA PATI HE MANDIRE MAMA
ANTARERI ANTARERI ANTAR TAMA
BUJHECHI? E KATHÁ DÚRE THEKE
SÁŔÁ DILE NÁKO MOR D́ÁKE
LIILÁ KARE JÁO KONO KŚATI NÁI
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LIILÁ KARE JÁO KONO KŚATI NÁI
AMARÁ MÁDHURI JENO DEKHE JÁI
CINMAYA TAVA CINMAYA TAVA, KRIPÁ KAŃÁ CÁI
PRATI PALAKERI PULAKE
SÁŔÁ DILE NÁKO MOR D́ÁKE
TOMÁRE CEYECHI MANE PRÁŃE, ÁMI
SÁŔÁ DILE NÁKO MOR D́ÁKE
I love You wholeheartedly,
but You have not responded to my call.
I searched in places of pilgrimage and in forests
and within the gaps of clouds.
O dearest,
Your divine game is mysterious.
O presiding deity of my mental temple,
O innermost of my inside,
I have understood this fact,
that You are to stay far.
You may continue the divine play,
there is no harm to it.
That I may see heavenly sweetness,
O embodiment of consciousness,
I joyfully seek a wee bit of Your grace,
each moment.