NECE NECE JÁY MUKHA PÁNE CÁY
KICHU NÁ SHUDHÁY KENO BOLO KENO BOLO
KICHU NÁ SHUDHÁY KENO BOLO
MAN T́ENE NEY KATHÁ NÁHI KAY
RÚPE RASE SADÁ UCCHALA KENO BOLO
KICHU NÁ SHUDHÁY KENO BOLO
NECE NECE JÁY MUKHA PÁNE CÁY
KICHU NÁ SHUDHÁY KENO BOLO
CÁHIVÁR TÁR KICHU NÁHI ÁCHE
HRIDAY UPACI D́HÁLIÁ DIYECHE
PRIITI RASE HIYÁ SADÁ BHARE ÁCHE
SAORABHE CIRA CAINCALA KENO BOLO
KICHU NÁ SHUDHÁY KENO BOLO
NECE NECE JÁY MUKHA PÁNE CÁY
KICHU NÁ SHUDHÁY KENO BOLO
BOLIVÁR TÁR KICHU NÁHI ÁCHE
NÁBALÁ BHÁVETE BHARIYÁ RAYECHE
BHÁVE BHÁVÁTIITE DUYETEI ÁCHE
MADHUR SE BODHI UTPALA KENO BOLO
KICHU NÁ SHUDHÁY KENO BOLO
NECE NECE JÁY MUKHA PÁNE CÁY
KICHU NÁ SHUDHÁY KENO BOLO
He keeps dancing,
looking at all,
but does not ask.
Tell me why?
He pulls the mind,
without speaking,
ever vibrant with beauty and flow.
For Him there is no expecting.
He pours out from an overflowing heart.
This heart remains ever filled with the flow of love,
ever restless in the fragrance of love.
There is nothing for Him to speak out.
He is filled with inexpressible ideation.
He exists both in thought and beyond thought.
That lotus of intuition is sweet.