O GO PRABHU ÁMÁR GHARE
ÁSBE NÁ KI PATHER BHULE
MÁLÁ GÁNTHÁ VRITHÁ
KI JÁBE ALPANÁ JÁBE VIPHALE
GÁN RACECHI SUR SEDHECHI
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GÁN RACECHI SUR SEDHECHI
PRIITIR ARGHYA SÁJÁYECHI
MANER KONE SAḾGOPANE
MAŃIKÁ DIIP REKHECHI JVELE
MANER VIIŃÁ TANTRII ÁMÁR
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MANER VIIŃÁ TANTRII ÁMÁR
GEYE CALE MANTRA TOMÁR
YANTRA ÁMI YANTRII TUMI
KOMAL KARE NEVE KI TÚLE
O GO PRABHU ÁMÁR GHARE
ÁSBE NÁ KI PATHER BHULE
O Lord,
won’t You come to my home,
even by forgetting the path?
Shall my threaded garland be wasted
and decorate the door uselessly?
I create songs, rehearse melodies
and decorate offerings of love.
In the recess of the mind,
I have secretly kept my gem-like lamp glowing.
The strings of my mental viina
go on chanting Your mantra.
I am the instrument.
You are the operator.
Would You lift me up with soft hands?