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TÁRI PATH PÁNE MAN CHUT́E JÁY
TÁRI PATH CEYE THÁKE ÁNKHI
ÁNKHI GO, TÁRI PATH CEYE THÁKE ÁNKHI

TÁRI LÁGI HIYÁ UDDVEL HOYE GO
TÁRI LÁGI ÁNAMANÁ THÁKI, THÁKI GO
TÁRI LÁGI ÁNAMANÁ THÁKI
ÁNKHI GO, TÁRI PATH CEYE THÁKE ÁNKHI

ÁJI MOR SHAYYÁ JE KANT́AK SHAYYÁ
MOR, DRIŚT́I TE HERE JÁOÁ LAJJÁ
MOR SAJJÁ JE NIŚPRABHA SHAJJÁ
E DUHKHA ÁMÁR KOTHÁ RÁKHI
RÁKHI GO E DUHKHA ÁMÁR KOTHÁ RÁKHI
ÁNKHI GO, TÁRI PATH CEYE THÁKE ÁNKHI

ETA BHÁLOBÁSE TABU ÁSE NÁ
KOMALE KAT́HORE BHARÁ SE KII SE KII GO
KOMALE KAT́HORE BHARÁ SE KII
ÁNKHI GO, TÁRI PATH CEYE THÁKE ÁNKHI


My mind rushes to His footsteps.
My eyes gaze ardently on His path.

Seeking Him, my heart leaps with joy.
In Him, my thoughts remain absorbed.

Today, my bed is a bed of thorns,
and in my eyes, the shame of defeat.

My garments have lost their lustre.
Where shall I hide my pain,
O where shall I hide my pain?

He loves me so much,
yet He does not come.

How tender He is, and yet, how severe.
O, how tender He is, and yet, how severe.








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