TUMI, BOLO KII BÁ CÁO
MÚK MUKHE CEYE THEKE
KENO LIILÁ KARE JÁO
BOLO KII BÁ CÁO
KHONJE TOMÁR TIIRTHE GECHI
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KHONJE TOMÁR TIIRTHE GECHI,
SHÁSTRA CARACÁ D́HER KARECHI
NYÁS PRÁŃÁYÁM KARE GECHI
KENO NÁHI TÁKÁO
BOLO KII BÁ CÁO
PRÁŃERA ÁLOY ARGHYA DIYE
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PRÁŃERA ÁLOY ARGHYA DIYE
MANO VANE PHUL SÁJIYE
PRIITI CANDANE MÁKHIYE
NIJERE DII TUMI NÁO
BOLO KII BÁ CÁO
Tell me,
what do You desire?
Pretending to be dumb,
You go on playing Your divine game, why?
I went to pilgrimage in search of You
and carried out many a discussion on the scriptures.
I continued performing breathing exercises
and body-touching rituals.
Why did You not look at me?
Offering the light of my life,
decorating the flowers of my mental arena,
absorbing love-filled sandalwood paste,
I give myself.
Please accept me.