ÁMI, GENTHECHI MÁLATI MÁLÁ
SAJÁYE VARAŃ D́ÁLÁ
ÁSHÁR ÁSAVE PRÁŃOTSAVE
BHULECHI DAHAN JVÁLÁ
SAJÁYE VARAŃ D́ÁLÁ
JE DIKEI CÁI TUMI CHÁŔÁ NÁI
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JE DIKEI CÁI TUMI CHÁŔÁ NÁI
VEDANÁY HÁY DHARITE NÁ PÁI
ÁMÁR NIKHILE ÁKÁSHER NIILE
BUJHI TAVA PRIITI D́HÁLÁ
SAJÁYE VARAŃ D́ÁLÁ
TUMI ÁCHO PRIYA SVARŃA CÚŔÁY
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TUMI ÁCHO PRIYA SVARŃA CÚŔÁY
ÁMI PAŔE ÁCHI ATAL GUHÁY
TOMÁR ÁLOY HOYE ÁLOMAYA
TAVA TARE HOYE UTALÁ
SAJÁYE VARAŃ D́ÁLÁ
ÁMI, GENTHECHI MÁLATI MÁLÁ
SAJÁYE VARAŃ D́ÁLÁ
Threading a garland of malati flowers,
I decorate the tray of colours.
With the essence of hope,
I forget the burning heat.
In whatever direction I see,
I do not find anything other than You.
But due to agony,
I am unable to hold You.
In the whole of my blue sky,
I feel the flow of Your love.
O beloved,
You are seated on the golden peak
whereas I lie in a deep recess.
Illuminated by Your effulgence,
I frenzy for You.