ÁMI, TOMÁR KATHÁ BHÁVI DIVÁ RÁTI
MAN TOMÁR KATHÁ BHÁVITE CÁY
TOMÁR SUKHA SMRITI MADHUR SMITI
NIRÁSH PRÁŃE ÁSHÁ JÁGÁY
MAN TOMÁR KATHÁ BHÁVITE CÁY
ÁLOR RATHER OGO SÁRATHI
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ÁLOR RATHER OGO SÁRATHI
JÁNI TUMI NÁHI MÁNO KONO TITHI
ESO TABE MOR GHARE NITI NITI
JENO SONÁLII ÁLO SUDHÁ JHARÁY
MAN TOMÁR KATHÁ BHÁVITE CÁY
ANYE BHÁVE MOR E KII HOLO
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ANYE BHÁVE MOR E KII HOLO
KON SE AMIYA MANE NESHÁ JÁGÁLO
SAB CHEŔE EKE RASE PÁNE CHUT́ILO
KE KII KAY SE KE DIKE NÁ TÁKÁY
MAN TOMÁR KATHÁ BHÁVITE CÁY
I think about You day and night.
My mind ever wants to contemplate You.
The pleasing memory of Your sweet smile,
fills hope into destitute hearts.
O charioteer of the cart of effulgence,
I know You don't consider any particular date,
then come to my home anytime,
so that in golden light, nectar may spread.
With which thought did what happen to me?
Due to what kind of nectar
did my mind become intoxicated,
that, leaving everything,
it rushed off in a single flow,
without ever looking sideways?