TÁR, NÁMER MADHU
MANE MEKHE RAI
MANE MEKHE RAI
SE JE ÁMÁR ARUŃ PRÁTER
GAHAN RATER ÁSHÁ BHAROSÁ
TÁRE BHÚLATE PÁRI KAI
ÚŚÁR ÁLOY TÁRI HÁSI
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ÚŚÁR ÁLOY TÁRI HÁSI
MANER KOŃE BÁJÁY BÁNSHI
PHULER RAUNGE MELÁMESHI
KARE THÁKE TÁI PÁI NÁ THAI
TÁR, NÁMER MADHU
MANE MEKHE RAI
MANE MEKHE RAI
EMAN BHÁVE JÁY ÁR ÁSE
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
EMAN BHÁVE JÁY ÁR ÁSE
EMANI ALAKSYE BHÁSE
TAMISHRÁ KAT́ÁKŚE NÁSHE
NÁ DEKHE CINIYÁ LAI
TÁR, NÁMER MADHU
MANE MEKHE RAI
MANE MEKHE RAI
My mind remains moistened
with the nectar of His holy name.
He is my only one in the crimson dawn.
And In the deep dark night, He is my only refuge.
I cannot forget Him.
In the morning light, it is His smile that plays the flute
in a lonely corner of my mind.
He is merged in the colours of flowers.
Therefore I cannot fathom Him.
In this way He comes and goes,
drifting away invisibly, dispelling darkness.
I recognise Him, even without seeing Him.