CAINCALA CETANÁTE ELE
CAINCAL CETANÁTE ELE MANE
STHÁYII REKHÁ REKHE DIYE GELE
MAMATÁ MÁDHURII D́HÁLILE
CIRA BHAROSÁR BHÁŚÁ SHONÁLE
STHÁYII REKHÁ REKHE DIYE GELE
ACINTANIIYA JÁ CHILO ÁMÁR
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ACINTANIIYA JÁ CHILO ÁMÁR
SHRIŚT́I STHITI LAYE SAMÁHÁR
MAHÁ SAMUDRA AGÁDH APÁR
SEI TUMI MOR KÁCHE ELE
STHÁYII REKHÁ REKHE DIYE GELE
TOMÁRE PEYECHI MANANE ÁMÁR
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TOMÁRE PEYECHI MANANE ÁMÁR
TOMÁRE BHARECHI BHÁVE SHATADHÁR
BUJHECHI HE PRABHU ÁMI JE TOMÁR
ENECHO ÁMÁRE LIILÁ CHALE
STHÁYII REKHÁ REKHE DIYE GELE
CAINCALA CETANÁTE ELE
CAINCAL CETANÁTE ELE MANE
STHÁYII REKHÁ REKHE DIYE GELE
You came to me crossing my restless consciousness
and sketching a permanent mark.
With sweet affection,
You pronounced the language of consolation.
Whatever was unthinkable for me,
the aggregate of creation, sustenance and dissolution,
the unlimited and incomprehensible,
You brought close.
I found You in my own mind.
Having filled myself with You in hundreds of forms,
I understood,
O Lord,
that You are mine.
You brought me to You by the play of illusory deception.