TUMI JAKHAN ESE CHILE
ÁMI CHILUM GHUM GHORE
AHAM GHERÁ BADDHA GHARE
KII BHÁVE ARGALA KHULILE
BHITARE ELE KII KARE
ÁMI CHILUM GHUM GHORE
JIYAN KÁT́HI MARAŃ KÁT́HI
MÁTHÁR KÁCHE RÁKHÁ CHILO
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JIYAN KÁT́HI MARAŃ KÁT́HI
MÁTHÁR KÁCHE RÁKHÁ CHILO
JIIYAN KÁT́HI TULE NILE
MARAŃ KÁT́HI HÁRIYE GELO
ANANTA “ÁMI”R MÁJHE MOR
ÁMI ABHIŚIKTA HOLO
TOMÁR HOYE JAOÁ SE “ÁMI”
HE PRIYA PELO TOMÁRE
ÁMI CHILUM GHUM GHORE
CIDÁKÁSHE JYOTSNÁ ESE
PRATHAM ÁMÁR MAN BHULÁLO
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CIDÁKÁSHE JYOTSNÁ ESE
PRATHAM ÁMÁR MAN BHULÁLO
CÁOÁ PÁOÁR BHIŔERA SHEŚE
EKER BHÁVEI BHARE DILO
SE PRATHAM SE SHEŚE MISHE
DIGVALAYE CHAŔIYE GELO
NITYA KÁLER “ÁMI”R JAKHAN
GHUM BHÁUNGILO CIRA TARE
ÁMI CHILUM GHUM GHORE
TUMI JAKHAN ESE CHILE
ÁMI CHILUM GHUM GHORE
When You came,
I was in deep slumber,
surrounded by ego,
in a closed house.
With what intention,
did You open the doorbolts?
Why did You enter?
Both burning wood for pyre and wood of life
were kept close to my head.
You lifted up the wood of life and the wood for pyre disappeared.
In the infinite “I” my small “I” was bathed.
That small “I”,
after becoming Yours,
O beloved,
attained You.
In my mental sky,
moonlight had initially distracted my mind.
After crowding me with desires and achievements,
only one ideation I imbibed.
He was first to merge,
at last, leaving the horizon.
The eternal “I” then forever broke my slumber.