CIDAMBARE MOR TUMI KE
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NIJE ELE ÁJI NIJE ELE
D́AMBARU NINÁDE PALAKE
NECE UT́HILE
NIJE ELE ÁJI NIJE ELE
BUJHINI KII CÁI ÁMÁR KII BÁ PRAYOJANA
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BUJHINI KII CÁI ÁMÁR KII BÁ PRAYOJANA
CHILO, YASHER PAHAŔ KATA NÁ ÁYOJANA
SABE, NIMEŚE GUNŔIYE DIYE
KOLE, NILE TÚLE
NIJE ELE ÁJI NIJE ELE
SATYA SHIVA PRABHU TUMI SUNDAR
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SATYA SHIVA PRABHU TUMI SUNDAR
MANER ATIITA LOKE CIRA MANOHARA
VAEDYUŚYER GURU BHÁR SARIYE
BOJHÁ, HARIYÁ NILE
NIJE ELE ÁJI NIJE ELE
CIDAMBARE MOR TUMI KE
NIJE ELE ÁJI NIJE ELE
Into this mental sky of mine,
who are You who came today by Your own will?
With the uproar of dambaru (a small hand-held drum),
dancing momentarily started.
I did not know what I needed,
nor what was my purpose.
I had mountains of fame,
and a large collection of necessary articles.
You pulverised it all in a moment,
and lifted me up onto Your lap.
Benevolent Truth, Shiva, O Lord,
You are beautiful.
You reside in a realm beyond the mind.
You are ever charming.
Removing the heavy load of intellect,
You took away my burden.