GÁN GEYE JÁI TOMÁKE SHONÁI
SHONO KINÁ JÁNI NÁKO
AKÚL SHROTE SUR BHÁSÁI
GÁN GEYE JÁI TOMÁKE SHONÁI
RÁTRI DIVÁ TOMÁR TARE
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RÁTRI DIVÁ TOMÁR TARE
GÁNER DHÁRÁ JHAREI PAŔE
ASHÁNTA TÁR SAODHA GHIRE
SHÁNTÁNILE RAUNGA LÁGÁI
GÁN GEYE JÁI TOMÁKE SHONÁI
TOMÁR SMITA VEDIIR MÚLE
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TOMÁR SMITA VEDIIR MÚLE
BHÚ LUŚT́HITA ARGHYA TÚLE
MARMA KATHÁ BHÁŚÁR PHULE
PARÁG MADHUTE BHARÁI
GÁN GEYE JÁI TOMÁKE SHONÁI
I keep singing my song for You to listen to it,
though I do not know whether You do listen to it or not.
I set its melody adrift on a shoreless stream.
Day and night, for You, my song’s stream flows.
It moves restlessly around Your quarters,
colouring the tranquil breeze.
At the base of Your altar,
I carry in hand an earth-smeared offering.
With the flowers of the language of my inner core,
I fill honey with fragrance.