BHESE ÁNKHI NIIRE BHEVECHI TOMÁRE
MARMER MOR BHÁŚÁTE
KEHOI JÁNE NÁ JÁNITE PÁRE NÁ KII
KATHÁ KAYECHI MANETE
MARMER MOR BHÁŚÁTE
DEKH INI JAGATE DEKHECHI MANETE
RAYECHO ÁNKHIR KRŚŃA TÁRÁTE
TÁRÁ DÚRE NÁ YADIO DEKHI NÁ
TANMAYA HOI PRIITITE
MARMER MOR BHÁŚÁTE
SE PRIITI HIYÁTE UDDVELA KARE
MAN MAINJÚŚÁ BHÁVE JHARE PAŔE
SE ANURAKTI SE SAḾPÚRTI
NECE CHOT́E DHRUVA JYOTITE
MARMER MOR BHÁŚÁTE
BHESE ÁNKHI NIIRE BHEVECHI TOMÁRE
MARMER MOR BHÁŚÁTE
With tearful eyes I think of You,
in the language of my heart.
Nobody knows,
no one is able to know,
what I talk within my mind.
I do not see the world.
Looking inside my mind,
I see that You dwell in the black pupil of my eyes.
Even if unable to see far,
I remain engrossed in love.
That love makes my heart restless.
The mental casket overflows with ideas.
That love, that fulfilment,
rushes on,
dancing towards that beacon pole star.