JAGAT TOMÁRE CÁY
KÁCHE ESO PRABHU
TUMI THEKO NÁ DÚR ALAKÁY
MANER KATHÁ
PRÁŃER VYATHÁ
TAVA SHRUTI KI SHUNITE NÁHI PÁY
TUMI THEKO NÁ DÚR ALAKÁY
VRIŚT́I JHARE TOMÁR TARE
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VRIŚT́I JHARE TOMÁR TARE
PHÚL PHOT́E TOMÁRE SMARE
SARASH HRDAY PARASH JE CÁY
SHÁSHVATA MAN MAINJÚŚÁY
TUMI THEKO NÁ DÚR ALAKÁY
SÚRYA OT́HE TOMÁR TARE
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SÚRYA OT́HE TOMÁR TARE
CÁNDER HÁSI TOMÁY SMARE
PUŚPA REŃU INDRA DHANU
TOMÁRE TUŚITE CÁY
TUMI NEVE ESO DHARÁY
TUMI THEKO NÁ DÚR ALAKÁY
JAGAT TOMÁRE CÁY
KÁCHE ESO PRABHU
TUMI THEKO NÁ DÚR ALAKÁY
O Lord,
the world wants You close.
Do come close.
Do not stay in the distant heaven.
The agonies of minds,
the pains of hearts,
cannot Your ears hear all that?
The rains fall for You.
The flowers bloom, remembering You.
The succulent heart wants the touch
of the eternal casket of mental jewels.
The sun rises for You.
The moon smiles, remembering You.
The pollen of flowers,
the rainbows,
want to satisfy You.
Do come down to this earth.