ÁKÁSHE JYOTSNÁR ÁLO
AMÁRI KÁLO TUMI DUE NIYE
MADHUR E KOMALA TAMA
KURIS SAMA
PARÁGE MADHU BICHIE
AMÁRI KÁLO TUMI DUE NIYE
KHUNJE HOLUM DISHÁHÁRÁ
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KHUNJE HOLUM DISHÁHÁRÁ
BUJHATE GIYE ÁPANA HÁRÁ
D́EKE D́EKE NÁ PÁI SÁŔÁ
SHUNINÁ O MANE MAN DIYE
AMÁRI KÁLO TUMI DUE NIYE
NUNER PUTUL MÁPATE SÁGAR
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NUNER PUTUL MÁPATE SÁGAR
NIJEI HOLUM NUNERI ÁKAR
BHULE GELUM ÁPANA PAR
SÁGARE GÁGAR BHÁSIYE
AMÁRI KÁLO TUMI DUE NIYE
ÁKÁSHE JYOTSNÁR ÁLO
AMÁRI KÁLO TUMI DUE NIYE
O Lord, in the sky, both illumination of moonlight and dark nights, comprise of You only.
You are sweet softest as well as hard like dried dung. I lose the direction when trying to
search You, and lose myself when trying to understand You. Even with repeated calling, I
do not get the response. I do not listen by offering my mind to that mind. The doll of
salt while trying to measure the depth of the ocean, loses itself to become the ocean
itself. By floating the pot into the ocean, I have forgotten own and alien.