DÚR AMBARE SANDHYÁ SÁYARE
JE RAKTA LEKHÁ LIKHE DILE
TÁHÁR CIHNA HOVE NÁ JIIRŃA
MAN THEKE MOR KONO KÁLE
JE RAKTA LEKHÁ LIKHE DILE
TAVA RAUNGE ÁMI MILE MISHE GECHI
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TAVA RAUNGE ÁMI MILE MISHE GECHI
ÁMÁR “ÁMI”RE HÁRÁYE PHELECHI
TOMÁR PRIITITE HÁSI ASHRUTE
BÁNCÁR ÁNANDA DILE D́HELE
JE RAKTA LEKHÁ LIKHE DILE
RAUNGA NIYE PRABHU KARE CALE KHELÁ
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RAUNGA NIYE PRABHU KARE CALE KHELÁ
CÁRI DIKE TAVA RAUNGE BHARÁ MELÁ
SE LIILÁR RASE AMRITA RABHASE
PRIYA TUMI MOR KÁCHE ELE
JE RAKTA LEKHÁ LIKHE DILE
DÚR AMBARE SANDHYÁ SÁYARE
JE RAKTA LEKHÁ LIKHE DILE
The red writing that You sketched
in the distant sky,
by the evening ocean,
- that mark -
will never become erased from my mind.
I have fully merged with Your colour.
I have lost my own “I” feeling.
By Your love,
by smiles and tears,
You poured forth the joy of existence.
You keep playing with colours.
The festivity of Your colour is all around.
In the flow of Your divine game,
with the upsurge of nectar,
O beloved,
You come close.