SONÁLI BHORE KUSUM NIKARE
KE TUMI RAUNGA BULIYE GELE GELE
MANE BHÁVI CINI CINIGO TOMÁRE
PRATYABHIGYÁ TÁI BALE
KE TUMI RAUNGA BULIYE GELE GELE
TÚLIR LIKHAN JENO CENÁ CENÁ
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TÚLIR LIKHAN JENO CENÁ CENÁ
LIPIR DHARAN JENO JÁNÁ JÁNÁ
KHUNJE PETE MAN NÁHI MÁNE MÁNÁ
PRIITIR PRATIITI D́HELECHILE
KE TUMI RAUNGA BULIYE GELE GELE
AŃU PARAMÁŃUTE E KII LIILÁ
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AŃU PARAMÁŃUTE E KII LIILÁ
VICITRA GATI SACITRA KHELÁ
KÁREO KABHU KARO NÁ HELÁ PHELÁ
SABÁR AUNKE T́ENE NILE
KE TUMI RAUNGA BULIYE GELE GELE
SONÁLI BHORE KUSUM NIKARE
KE TUMI RAUNGA BULIYE GELE GELE
On the assemblage of flowers on this golden morning,
what colour did You spread?
It seems to my mind as though it recognises You.
Pratyabhigya, perfect profound knowledge, may be the word for it.
The markings by the painting brush appear recognisable.
The style of script appears known.
My mind does not heed looking for You.
You keep pouring love.
What illusive play of atoms and molecules!
What colourful game of variegated movement!
You never neglect anyone.
You attract all onto Your lap.