ÁMÁKE PRIYA TUMI BHULIÁ GECHO
TOMÁKE BHÁLOBÁSÁR ÁRO ANEKE ÁCHE
TUCCHA ÁMI, BUJHECHO
ÁMÁKE PRIYA TUMI BHULIÁ GECHO
NEIKO ÁMÁR PRIYA BUDDHI DHRITI BALA
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NEIKO ÁMÁR PRIYA BUDDHI DHRITI BALA
NEIKO ÁMÁR PRIYA BUDDHI DHRITI BALA
NEIKO ÁMÁR PRIYA BUDDHI DHRITI BALA
NEIKO SAINCITA, SHUBHA SAḾSKÁR PHALA
VEDANÁ SIKTA COKHE LAVAŃÁKTA JALA
TÁI KI DÚRE, SARECHO
ÁMÁKE PRIYA TUMI BHULIÁ GECHO
TAVA PÚJÁSTHALIR ÁMI JE MRIT PRADIIP
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TAVA PÚJÁSTHALIR ÁMI JE MRIT PRADIIP
TAVA PÚJÁSTHALIR ÁMI JE MRIT PRADIIP
TAVA PÚJÁSTHALIR ÁMI JE MRIT PRADIIP
KAMPRA VAKŚE DULI JENO ÁDHA PHOT́Á NIIP
GHARMA LIPTA BHÁLE KURUVINDÚ T́IP
BHULE GECHO BHÁLOI KARECHO
ÁMÁKE PRIYA TUMI BHULIÁ GECHO
O beloved Lord,
You have forgotten me.
There are many devotees and lovers of Yours,
and You consider me most meagre.
O one I love,
I have no strength of wisdom and retention.
I have no accumulation of good reactive momenta (samskaras).
My eyes are wet with the tears of pain.
Is it due to this that You remain away?
On the altar of Your worship, I am an earthen lamp.
I swing on the trembling bosom like a half bloomed niip flower.
I am loose like the mark on the sweat drenched forehead.
You have done good that You have forgotten me.