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HÁRIYE GECHI ÁMI E KÁNAN MÁJHE
PATH KHUNJE JÁI TOMÁRI GÁN GÁI
TOMÁY SMARI SAB KÁJE
ÁMI E KÁNAN MÁJHE

E VANE CANDAN CÁMPÁ CAMELI RYECHE
ÁCHE BELÁ BAKUL
TARU SHÁKHE SHIKHI NÁCE, NÁCE MUKUL DODUL DUL
MAN TÁTE NÁHI BHOLE TÁI TAVA KARUŃÁ JÁCE
ÁMI E KÁNAN MÁJHE

ÁSHÁR SURYA MOR ÁSIBE JÁNI PRABHÁTE
DYUTIR TURYA MOR SUŚAMÁ SURABHI SÁTHE
TÁRI PRATIIKŚÁY PALA GUNE CALI ÁMI
NIBHRITE RAKTIM LÁJE
ÁMI E KÁNAN MÁJHE
HÁRIYE GECHI ÁMI E KÁNAN MÁJHE







O Lord. I am lost in this garden. I go on searching the path, singing Your song
remembering You in all my actions. In this garden, there are flowers plants of campa’
camelii, bela’, and bakul. On the branches, peacock dances, and the buds dance swinging.
The mind is not absorbed in that hence it seeks Your mercy. I know that the sun of hope
would come in the morning, along with the trumpet of glow with my beauty and fragrance.
Waiting for that, counting moments, I go on in isolation red with shyness.