ÁHVÁN KARI TOMÁRE, ÁMI
ÁHVÁN KARI TOMÁRE
ESO MOR KŚUDRA KUT́IIRE
ESO MOR MAN MANDIRE
ÁHVÁN KARI TOMÁRE, ÁMI
ÁHVÁN KARI TOMÁRE
BHORER ÁLOY KHUNJECHI TOMÁY
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BHORER ÁLOY KHUNJECHI TOMÁY
BAKUL VIITHITE PHÚL SUŚAMÁY
SANDHYÁ TÁRÁY NIIHÁRIKÁY
RAJAT SHUBHRA SITÁDHÁRE
ÁHVÁN KARI TOMÁRE, ÁMI
ÁHVÁN KARI TOMÁRE
TOMÁRE KHUNJECHI JIIVAN BHARIÁ
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TOMÁRE KHUNJECHI JIIVAN BHARIÁ
SAB BHÁVANÁY HIYÁ UPACIÁ
SAKAL KARME PRÁŃER DHARME
SHUBHRA DYOTANÁR SUDHÁ SÁRE
ÁHVÁN KARI TOMÁRE, ÁMI
ÁHVÁN KARI TOMÁRE
I call You,
I invoke You.
Come to my small hut.
Come to my mental temple.
I search You in the morning light,
in the floral beauty of the lane of bakul flowers.
I search You amidst the brilliant and white base
of the shining evening stars and nebula.
I search You my whole life,
unable to contain the feelings of my heart.
I search You in all actions,
in all characteristics of life,
in the essence of the nectar of that brilliant effulgence.