KENO ELE ÁJI EI ASAMAYA
BELÁ PAŔE JE JÁY O HE LIILÁMAYA
PHÚLER PÁPŔI GULI JHARE GECHE
KARŃIKÁRI MADHU SHUKIYECHE
UNMADA SURABHI HÁRIYECHE BHRINGA NÁHI KAY
KENO ELE ÁJI EI ASAMAYA
BELÁ PAŔE JE JÁY O HE LIILÁMAYA
EK DIN PHÚL VAN RAUNGIIN CHILO
PÁPŔIRA MADHU UPACE PAŔE CHILO
SURABHI RABHASE UNMÁDA NÁ CHILO
CHILO RÚPAMAYA CHILO RÚPAMAY
KENO ELE ÁJI EI ASAMAYA
BELÁ PAŔE JE JÁY O HE LIILÁMAYA
MARÁ GÁUNGE TAVA PARASHE VÁN D́ÁKE
MARÁ D́ÁL MUKULITA HOYE THÁKE
TUMI ESE GECHO SUDHÁ D́HELE DIYECHO
PRÁŃE PRÁŃA MISHIYECHO HE CINMAYA
KENO ELE ÁJI EI ASAMAYA
BELÁ PAŔE JE JÁY O HE LIILÁMAYA
O Lord, embodiment of liila,
why did You come at this inappropriate time,
the auspicious time having almost passed?
The petals of flowers have withered;
the honey in the nucleus has dried up.
That intoxicating fragrance is lost
and bees no longer hum.
The floral garden was once colourful.
Petals were overflowing with honey,
and the delightful fragrance was intoxicating and beautiful.
The dried river gets flooded by Your touch,
the dried branch of the tree starts bearing new leaves.
You arrived, poured out nectar,
and merged Your life with my life,
merged Your mind with mine,
O embodiment of consciousness.