KAVOŚŃA SHVÁSE MOHANÁVESHE
KE TUMI ELE ACENÁ
JÁNITE CÁHINÁ BUJHITE CÁHI NÁ
BHULITE JE PÁRI NÁ
KE TUMI ELE ACENÁ
RUNU JHUNU BÁJE CARAŃE NÚPUR
SHRAVAŃE PASHILO VEŃUKÁ MADHUR
KARE DILO MOR PRIITITE VIDHUR
ÁR JE BHÁLO KICHU? LÁGE NÁ
KE TUMI ELE ACENÁ
MAN YAMUNÁ MOR UJÁNE BAHILO
KUNJE NAVA NIIP KÁMPITE LÁGILO
ÁSHÁ TARU PHULE UPACI UT́HILO
PRIYA PEYE TAVA PREŚAŃÁ?
KE TUMI ELE ACENÁ
KAVOŚŃA SHVÁSE MOHANÁVESHE
KE TUMI ELE ACENÁ
O Lord, with warm breath and charming impulse, who is that You, who came, unrecognised? I
do not want to know or understand, as I am unable to forget. The ankle bell in Your feet
resonates, sweet flute sound enters into the ears. You made me overwhelmed with love and I
do not like anything. My mental river Yamuna’, flows upward. In the bushes, new niip
flowers oscillate. The tree of hope is overwhelmed with flowers, getting Your momentum, O
Dear.