KOMALE KAT́HORE TUMI PRABHU
ÁMI, DÚRE THEKE CININI TOMÁY
GHRIŃÁ KARO NÁ TUMI KABHU SHUDHU
EGIYE JETE BOLO ÁMÁY
DÚRE THEKE CININI TOMÁY ÁMI
DÚRE THEKE CININI TOMÁY
JE KUNŔIT́I CHILO KÁL RÁTE
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JE KUNŔIT́I CHILO KÁL RÁTE
SE HOYECHE PHÚL ÁJ BHORE
JE MANANE CHILO OTAH PROTE
SE RAYECHE GÁNTHÁ PRIITI D́ORE
SE JE, TAVA BHÁVANÁTE MURACHÁY
DÚRE THEKE CININI TOMÁY
ÁMI, DÚRE THEKE CININI TOMÁY
CAINCALA SHOŃITER DHÁRÁY
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CAINCALA SHOŃITER DHÁRÁY
UCCHAL HIYÁ JHALAKÁY
MAKARANDA ÁSHE CHÚT́E JÁY
MOR MAN BHRAMARÁ TOMÁRE CÁY
DÚRE THEKE CININI TOMÁY
ÁMI, DÚRE THEKE CININI TOMÁY
KOMALE KAT́HORE TUMI PRABHU
ÁMI, DÚRE THEKE CININI TOMÁY
You are both tender and hard,
O Lord.
I do not recognise You from a distance.
You never hate me.
You tell me to move forward only.
That which was a still bud last night,
became a flower this morning.
That which was present in the mind,
associated individually and collectively,
remained threaded in the thread of love.
I become absorbed in Your ideation.
In the restless flow of blood,
my vibrant heart peeps out.
In the hope of the nectar of pollen
my mental bee rushes towards You.