KABE TUMI ÁMÁR HOBE
TÁRI ÁSHÁY PALA GUNI
KABE TUMI ÁMÁR HOBE
MAN YAMUNÁ UJÁNE JABE
KALPANÁY SE JÁLA BUNI
KABE TUMI ÁMÁR HOBE
SAPTA LOKER SÁRÁTSÁR
TUMI PRIYA ASHEŚA APÁR
CHINNA VIIŃÁR TANTRII ÁMÁR
BÁJABE TOMÁR NÚPUR SHUNI
TÁRI ÁSHÁY PALA GUNI
KABE TUMI ÁMÁR HOBE
JÁ ESECHE JÁ ÁSIBE
ANÁGATE JÁ THÁKIBE
JÁ TOMÁR MANE GHUMÁVE
SABE ÁPAN BALE MÁNI
TÁRI ÁSHÁY PALA GUNI
KABE TUMI ÁMÁR HOBE
TÁRI ÁSHÁY PALA GUNI
O Lord, when shall You become my own, with that hope, I am counting moments. When there
would be tide of imagination in my mental river Yamuna’, that net I weave. O the essence
of essence of the seven arenas, You are endlessly and unlimitedly beloved. The strings of
my broken viin’a’. will play listening to Your ankle bell. Whatever has come, whatever
will come, whatever has not come, and whatever would remain, whatever is asleep in Your
mind, all I consider as my own.