TUMI KENO NÁHI ELE MOR GHARE
MOR GHARE PRIYA MOR GHARE
TUMI KENO NÁHI ELE MOR GHARE
PUŚPA STABAK ÁLPANÁ ENKE
SÁJIE CHILUM TAVA TARE
MOR GHARE PRIYA MOR GHARE
ARUŃER ALO MOR KAHE CHILO
SE PRIYA NIYATA BHÁVE UCCHALA
JIIVANER KÁLO NÁSHE TÁR ÁLO
TAVA GHARE SE ÁSITE PÁRE
MOR GHARE PRIYA MOR GHARE
SANDHYÁ SÚRYA SHEŚE BOLE CHILO
SE PRIYER TARE ÁRO DIIP JVÁLO
SÁDHANÁ SARITE ÁRO SUDHÁ D́HÁLO
MAN KE SÁJÁO BHÁLO KARE
MOR GHARE PRIYA MOR GHARE
TUMI KENO NÁHI ELE MOR GHARE
MOR GHARE PRIYA MOR GHARE
O Dear Lord, why did not You come to my home? I have drawn decoration paintings for
welcoming You and kept flowers in folded hand for offering. The morning light had told me
“ That Dear is overwhelmed with feeling always and His light destroys the darkness of
life, He would come to your home”. The setting sun of the evening had told,” Kindle
more lamps for that Dear, in the stream of sa’dhana’, pour more nectar and decorate
your mind in still better way”.