TOMÁRI SURER SHROTE ÁJ PRABHÁTE
MÁLÁ GENTHECHI
PARITE CÁO BÁ NÁ CÁO
JENE REKHE DÁO BHÁLO BESECHI
MÁLÁ GENTHECHI
AJÁNÁRI UTSA HOTE
SUR BHESE ÁSE PRÁŃETE
CHANDE TÁLE MÚRCHANÁTE
GÁNE GÁNE TÁRE SEDHECHI
MÁLÁ GENTHECHI
SUR BHESE JÁY ALAKŚYETE
SUPTA MANERA JHAUNKÁRETE
NÁM NÁ JÁNÁ MARMA GIITE
ÁCAMBITE TÁRE DHARECHI
MÁLÁ GENTHECHI
TOMÁRI SURER SHROTE ÁJ PRABHÁTE
MÁLÁ GENTHECHI
In the stream of Your melody,
this morning,
I threaded a floral garland for You.
Whether or not You like to put it on,
know that I have loved You.
From an unknown origin,
melodies float into my mind.
With the charm of rhythmic beats,
I rehearse them song by song.
These melodies float on unseen,
tinkling in the seven worlds.
Those unknown songs of my core,
I now suddenly hold.