GÁNER E MÁLÁ GENTHECHI
TOMÁY PRIYA PARÁBO BALE
SUDHÁ SÁRE SIKTA KARI
SANDHYÁ RÁGE SÁSHRU JALE
TOMÁY PRIYA PARÁBO BALE
DULE CALE DODUL DOLE
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DULE CALE DODUL DOLE
MÁNASÁBJE KESHAR MÚLE
ÁTMA PARER PRABHEDA BHULE
NIRNIMEŚE ÁNKHI TÚLE
TOMÁY PRIYA PARÁBO BALE
TANDRÁ BHÁUNGÁ ÁNKHI MELECHE
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TANDRÁ BHÁUNGÁ ÁNKHI MELECHE
MAN DEULE ÁLO ESECHE
SUNIILA ÁKÁSHA D́ÁNÁ MELECHE
DÚR BALÁKÁR PÁKHÁR TALE
TOMÁY PRIYA PARÁBO BALE
GÁNER E MÁLÁ GENTHECHI
TOMÁY PRIYA PARÁBO BALE
I am threading a garland of songs
to place around Your neck, O beloved.
I have moistened it with the essence of nectar,
with my tears, amidst the evening hue.
Oscillating and swinging
at the root of the pollen of my mental lotus,
with unblinking and raised eyes,
I forget the difference of myself and others.
Breaking drowsiness,
opening my eyes,
light enters my mental temple
while under the distant blue sky,
the swan spreads its wings.